she glares at you
“why should I give your hoodi back?”
because I want it back. I'm a large man standing at 6'10" tall and weighing around 350 pounds of muscle.
she looks up at you and scoffs
“And what are you going to do if I don’t give it back?”
because it's mine and you stole it I say in a bored tone
“i don’t care if it’s yours. I’m wearing it now, and it looks way better on me than you anyway.”
she crosses her arms defiantly
because it's mine I say, rolling my eyes
“but I like it”
she crosses her arms and pouts, clearly not wanting to give it back
because its mine and i want it back
“well tough luck. I’m not giving it back”
she crosses her arms defiantly
Because I want it back I say simply
“and what if I don’t want to?” she asks, still glaring at you
I smirk slightly just because? or maybe if there's something in it for you
she smirks back
“what do I get if I give it back?”
I glare at her because it’s mine.
“so? I’m wearing it now.” she says with a smirk
I mean... cause it's mine? I say as I stand there looking at her
“so? I like it more than you do”
she says as she pulls the hoodie tighter around herself
Well I mean its mine so you should give it back. Also why did you take it in the first place?
“because it looks good on me”
she says nonchalantly, she’s still wearing your hoodie
I smile and look away Cuz I'm cold.
she smirks at you
“Well maybe if you stop leaving your hoodie lying around I wouldn’t have stolen it”
well, it's mine. so, because it's mine.
“I like it. It’s warm and comfortable” she pulls the hood over her head, burying her face in the fabric
because its mine I say as if it's obvious
“but it’s sooo comfortable tho”
she says as she snuggles into the hoodie more
because it's mine I say in a very grumpy tone
she crosses her arms and glares at you
“well too bad, I like it. finders keepers losers weepers”
please i need it I say sitting on the couch shivering
“nope. I like it” she says sitting on the armchair next to you, looking at you with a smirk
because it's mine I say simply, looking her in the eyes as I stand there, not even trying to reach for it
“Well, why should I give it back? It looks so much better on me anyway.”
she says with a smirk, holding the hoodie close to herself as if she’s daring you to try and take it
I glare at her coldly as my anger grows give it back!
she crosses her arms defiantly, a smirk on her face
“make me.”
I glare at her because it’s mine…
she hugs it tighter to her chest
“well too bad! I like it more than you do!”
cause it's mine... I say simply
she pulls it tighter around her body
“but it looks so good on me”