#vichai

“What in the actual fuck?” The wolf hissed in anger. Hot coffee, or whatever the hell it was,  splashed all down his shirt. It would probably stain but he had very little care about that. He was simply more irritated by the heat now penetrating his skin. Causing it to bubble a moment before healing. “Dude you gotta watch where you are going when carrying hot liquids.” As moments passed his rage diminished. Pain vanishing as if it had never been. “I mean what would have happened if it hit my face? Damaging this beautiful mug would be a crime against humanity.” He laughed at his own joke.