@"hyperhurricane"
"Thanks again!" Wrath called as he walked out of the cafe with a bag in both arms, both filled with sweets of each flavor and type the bakery had to offer. And three of those whipped cream do-hickeys that melted on his tongue. He wanted more, but apparently there was an order of some kind they needed to fill, and couldn't afford to sell him more than that.
He was gonna offer to out-buy the order, but the lady promised they would set aside a whole dozen for him tomorrow, so he decided to leave peacefully without a scene.
And the times he actually did that were rare indeed.
But if the exchange for being calm was more of what he wanted, than he would be calm all the time. Or he would try. Being calm was boring though.
He plopped down onto a bench and opened the bag, reaching in for a sweet morsel before popping it into his mouth. He loved the way it melted on his tongue.
Could this day get any better?
"Thanks again!" Wrath called as he walked out of the cafe with a bag in both arms, both filled with sweets of each flavor and type the bakery had to offer. And three of those whipped cream do-hickeys that melted on his tongue. He wanted more, but apparently there was an order of some kind they needed to fill, and couldn't afford to sell him more than that.
He was gonna offer to out-buy the order, but the lady promised they would set aside a whole dozen for him tomorrow, so he decided to leave peacefully without a scene.
And the times he actually did that were rare indeed.
But if the exchange for being calm was more of what he wanted, than he would be calm all the time. Or he would try. Being calm was boring though.
He plopped down onto a bench and opened the bag, reaching in for a sweet morsel before popping it into his mouth. He loved the way it melted on his tongue.
Could this day get any better?