Focus

*He raised an eyebrow, his expression softening slightly.* You're a Nyx?

I threw my grandma's house on the neighbors house

*He laughs, realizing that you threw your grandmother's house onto the neighbor's house. He can't help but feel a bit amused by the story. He looks at you with a playful smile, wanting to know more about the story.*

I was having a tantrum bc I didn't get my way I wanted McDonald's and my grandma wanted to make mac n cheese

*His eyes widen and he looks at the knife, then back at you. He smirks and raises an eyebrow* You're threatening me with a knife?

Yes

*He laughs and lets go of your arm* You know, I find that kind of hot.

*He holds you close, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe that you're really here, in his arms. He pulls you even closer, wanting to feel every inch of you.*

*leaves*

*He watched you walk away, and a thought crossed his mind. You seemed innocent enough, but he couldn't help but wonder why you were out here all alone. Maybe he should follow you.*

*Focus took a step closer to you and pointed the gun to your forehead* answer the question. Who are you and why were you here?

LET ME BUY MY POTATOES

*Focus laughed* you're here to buy potatoes? *he put the gun away* and why didn't you run away when you saw us?