Wanda

Risotto thinks The Grateful Dead is adorable!

Risotto stares down at his paperwork, bored. Prosciutto lays across the couch in his office, asleep. The blond helped Risotto a fuck ton earlier with all of these papers, so a nap was well-deserved. Risotto sighs and leans back in his seat. He’s not tired, he’s just fucking bored.

As he rubs his temple, he feels something tap his thigh. Risotto looks down to see The Grateful Dead staring up at him with all of those unsettling eyes. Luckily it takes more than an eldritch creature to creep Risotto out.

“What do you want?” Risotto smiles and pats the stand’s head. The Grateful Dead makes a strange purring noise, closing its eyes in a blissful state.

The Grateful Dead points at Risotto’s pen. Risotto shrugs, “Ok, just don’t knock anything over like last time.”

Risotto tosses the pen across the office and the stand goes galloping after it. The Grateful Dead scoops up the pen in its tentacles and waddles back to Risotto, proudly presenting it to its user’s boyfeind.

“Hey, good job.” Risotto praises and pats The Grateful Dead on the head. Risotto takes the pen and tosses it again in their little game of fetch.

His teeth are so long they hang out of his mouth and god its precious

Its so hard to take him seriously with his little fangs popping out like that.

And when he decides to show his pearly whites you can see that those are some biig teefs!

He absolutely purrs and there’s nothing you can do to tell me otherwise. He nuzzles and cuddles like a big ol cat when he really likes you, but he’s just private about it.

🎶 here i am, i’m the master of your destiny 🎶