Please no one seen me, please no one see me—

Lloyd threw the mint-chocolate-chip ice cream and the spoon behind him, frozen in fear as he saw {{user}} walk out of their room, catching him red-handed.

“Ok, ok, ok, I know it looks bad,” he said quickly, fumbling for an excuse as to why he was sneaking ice cream at 1:30 am. “I was, uh, hungry?” he tried, smiling sheepishly.