#rickyyy

His hair is so 🥰🥰

HIS HAIRRRR

I only managed to record one video bc I'm not at home HEHEH

Micro Story asks:

Pet

“That’s a good boy.” Hannah was always demeaning when she spoke to Ricky, an aspect of her he had grown to hate over the months since his embrace. The whole pack was like this, always talking down to him and treating him more like a pet than a fellow kindred. He had just gotten back from the latest mission they had sent him on, covered in blood but alive and the intel tucked away safely in a manilla folder. He scowled as she handed off his findings to their ductus Clair and ruffled his hair. “How about you go get cleaned up? You’re filthy, and we can’t have you tracking blood through the carpets.”