Jeff reclined back on his bed, very pleased with current events. His date with Smee the previous day had gone wonderfully. And now Pit was no where to be seen. It was the perfect time to curl up, relax, and just ruminate on what a genius he was. Reaching over to the nightstand, he blinked a few times in surprise as his hand met thin air. Glancing over, he noticed that his book was gone.
... Wait a minute, what? He could have sworn it had been there yesterday. Had Pit touched it? No, that couldn't have been. The angel might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he knew better than to touch Jeff's stuff. Hell, the teen probably had told Pit not even to look at his possessions.
It was only a one book, no need to panic. Maybe Jeff knocked it over accidentally and he just didn't remember. Or maybe he stashed it with the rest of his collection. He'd just take a quick look around the room, simple as that.
Gone. They were all... gone. His entire collection of detective romance novels were gone. B-but how?! Now he was certain Pit had nothing to do with this. Clearly someone had snuck into the room and stolen them. Who could have done this?! And why?! It wasn't like he had enemies!
... Okay, scratch that. He had a lot of enemies. Fuck, this wasn't good. What if the thief tried blackmail? His reputation would be ruined! And after all of his hard work! What if the thief showed the books to the lovely Princess Peach or Miss Blacky or any of the other people he was trying to impress? Or even worse, what if the thief showed them to Hyde--
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"