It was quiet in the house.
 

A little… too quiet.
 

Well, too quiet for Joohyun’s liking, anyway. Because a silent house could only mean one of very few things:
 

Yeah scrap the list.
 

Either the biscuit tin was empty, or New York City’s bomb squad needed a conference call with Seungwan, pronto. And something about the muffled shuffling in the distance told her it wasn’t the latter. She was adorable, but she was also trouble.
 

In trouble, too… not necessarily only with her mummy.
 

“WANNIE-AH!” the vampiress yelled through palms cupped over as she beelined to the kitchen.
 

Of course, there she was in her dedicated spot trying to shove a suspicious looking something behind the recycling bin. Caught; wide-eyed and red-hot handed. Coffee-coloured ears drew back flat against her head and the girl just froze, biscuit tin in hand and everything.
 

Mummy can’t see me… can she?
 

“Yes, Wannie,” Joohyun scolded, rolling her eyes. Seungwan’s body language screamed her thoughts for her, “mummy can see you very well. Up, now.”
 

A meek little puppy very slowly shifted away from the scene of the crime and was now fidgeting uncomfortably at the cuffs of her jumper sleeves as she tried not to flinch under her mummy’s very scary gaze.
 

“Wan.”
 

Joohyun was met with two ‘innocent’, brown eyes, b with remorse.
 

“Yis, mummy?”
 

No, the vampiress stopped herself from caving in and scooping Seungwan up to kiss her, she’s been naughty. Remember that. No head kisses till she’s learned.
 

“What did you do.”
 

A tiny whimper.
 

“Wannie…” the girl paused for a sniffle, eyes fixed on the floor, “… ate dino biscuit…”
 

Pft, biscuit? Oh boy, Wannie, do we need to work on your plurals or what.
 

“And did mummy say you could have any?”
 

The smallest head shake. Unimpressed, vampiric silence had Seungwan tense, and she knew what she had to do.
 

“Mm sowwi mummy, Wannie juh-”
 

Joohyun’s lesson of the day was that ‘too much of a good thing, isn’t always good’, but it seemed like Seungwan was about to be neck-