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Step two: The Approach. She tiptoed, not with stealth, but with the exaggerated cartoon sneak of a cat burglar in a silent film. She slid across the linoleum in her socked feet, a tiny wraith with a mission.

Step one: Distraction. Alysha “accidentally” knocked over a tower of plastic cups. They clattered like cheap wind chimes. Kevin glanced up, sighed, and resumed scrolling. Perfect. His threshold for chaos was pathetically low. naughty alysha

Naughty Alysha didn't break rules. She proved they were just suggestions for lesser criminals. Step two: The Approach

Alysha tilted her head, all innocence and venom. "Emergency," she whispered, chewing loudly. "I was sad." Step one: Distraction

Kevin stared. Alysha licked her fingers, one by one, then padded back to the living room, leaving a single, perfect crumb on the carpet as her signature.

She didn't just take it. She unwrapped it there , letting the crinkle sing a sharp, crisp note into the quiet room. Kevin looked up. Alysha met his gaze, held the chocolate up like a stolen jewel, and bit into it slowly. A smear of red syrup painted her grin.