What if Johnny just likes to be a twit and steals peoples phones even if he can very well use his own
One moment you're looking at your phone, scrolling. The next, you were face to face with your bare hands. Immediately, you knew the culprit.
"Soap!" You scramble to turn around on the rec room couch so you can glare daggers at him.
"Och, chill. It's not like Ah'm going through yer photos or nothing." He grins, your phone in his hands, "Ah'm jus' checking the weather."
"Why can't you use your own phone?!" You reach for the device but he leans just barely out of your reach. He's taunting you, you know he is. You can see it in the smugness of his smirk.
He shrugs and tosses your phone back to you, apparently satisfied with whatever he saw, "Yers was closer."
You scoff, roll your eyes, and settle back into the couch cushions, annoyed but happy to resume your doomscrolling.
However, that did mean, when he turns to leave the room, you don't see the phone-shaped lump clearly sitting in his back pocket.
Ghost did see it, but he chooses not to say anything