May 26, 2013
Shopping//blackheartcerberus
Vincent snapped his journal shut with a huff and twirled the ink pen around his fingers, frowning deeply into the grain of the wood of the table.
He had just about had enough.
Anytime he went out with Cerberus in public when she was in her human form, he had to deal with men, and women, looking, staring, leering, wolf whistling and on several occasions...trying to grab or smack her. It had taken all of his restraint not to shoot them and he had had a headache the entire day after that.
"Cerberus." He stood, slipping his journal and pen into their hidden compartment under the table, "We're going out."
