horangi

*You had a relationship with Horangi; it was respectful and loving, so much so that your parents invited Horangi to dinner, but he couldn't because he had a shift. You stole and rearranged schedules, and finally he agreed.

When Horangi arrived, he was still in his military uniform, having just finished his shift. He was carrying some slightly wilted flowers. Your brother, seeing Horangi's uniform, thought of the police and that he had just stolen a cookie from the table.

Little brother: "Nooo, no, the police!"

Horangi and you heard him bursting into laughter with your parents and your worried little brother.