A/N: Another short from the Stuck!verse.
Fluster
Victor was on the verge of ripping out his hair.
He never lost anything. Not until he came here, at least. And here, now, his truck keys were gone.
When he caught the little shit that had been ballsy enough to steal from him, there would be hell to pay.
Damned teenagers.
"What's missin'?" Marie asked, looking up from her book.
"Who said anything was missing?"
"Victor, I've been living here for going on seven years, I know that look."
"Keys," he grumbled.
Marie couldn't hide the quick downturn of her lips. She understood though, and he'd deal with her later. But for now, it was a moot point because he and James weren't going any-damn-where without his truck. And like hell he'd let the runt drive unless he had a death wish.
"Huh. Be right back."
Five minutes later, Rogue strolled back through the door, plunking the wayward keys in his lap.
"Where the hell were they?"
"Hank's lab coat pocket."
Hank? He didn't even scent the fur ball any-
"It's Blink's favorite hiding place. She didn't want you to leave."