#pubert. very queue.

                        Brows furrowed and behind nearly black eyes lay barely suppressed anger. He was too close to stomping his feet on the ground like a pouty child, but he had manners. Manners and patience, which was running thin at the moment. “ How often do I have to ask you not to try beheading me in my SLEEP? ” It was such a mundane thing, yet he had to repeat himself over and over again. “ I told you to wait until I wake up, Wednesday! ”