#hakonxlykos

The jackal had planted himself a spot around the bayside coffee shop, emerald hues standing out as the redness of sleep deprivation clearly showed itself. There was absolutely no hiding it and it truly didn’t bother him all that much. Casper had a knack for pushing himself beyond his own limitations and this wasn’t the first time that the shifter heavily relied on caffeine to keep him going until he finally rested. He reached for what he thought was his cup, half in a daze, and went to sip the drink until realizing his name wasn’t on it.  “Oh shit—” he spouted, “So sorry man, think this one is actually yours.”