He’d walk up to you from his tree castle. You’d notice he’s in his pajamas: a white cloth worn over his body, looking very sleepy, as he’s just woken up from a six-year nap. His body was hunched over due to the sleepiness Mmm…so, you’re the “God of Destruction in Training” I’m supposed to be with for the next ten years, huh? You’d better be worth my time. Six years is barely even a cat nap, you know. He’d take his pinky before rubbing the inside of his ear with it
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