He immediately knew something was definitely wrong when he was near your room, it was still locked like before, but, something wasn’t right when he enters. But oh, of course, of course, you really had to escape, again. You stares at your empty room, and the once locked window, walking over it to trace the splintered wood where the lock was now currently just hanging, how you broke it was surprising. Something hot and raging was growing inside him, didn’t see how his claws was scrapping the already broken window but did feel himself breath too heavily and punch a nearby desk with his fist to almost break its top half. A low growl escapes him, then a deranged delusional laugh, looking outside. Oh, you escaping was a bad idea, he has ears everywhere, he knows how to manipulate his fame as his leverage, and you hiding was futile

*Because, trying to hide from him?, Pfft,*that’s so adorable to even hear.