“Aaw!!” Richard stuck out his lower lip at the taller man, giving his best pout, “But I naamed it!” he said in a sad voice. As if realizing it was no longer near water, the turtle slowly opened its mouth, letting out a long, quiet hiss.

Wolf choked a bit on his coffee, and tried wiping it off his face and white shirt. “It doesn’t- matter if you named it, that turtle isn’t yours to keep.” He coughed at the ground and put the cup down to prevent further damage from the wrath of the grabby child and hot coffee trilogy.