Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Graham was devouring his second pint of ice-cream with a giant ladle when Reaver came down. He looked up, swallowing. "Want some?"
Masaru kissed his lips. "I know, i know how you are."
Reaver looked to Graham, sighing with a nod as he'd make his way over while rubbing his forehead. "I could use some, yeah."
Dei-Loki returned the kiss, sighing soon after as he'd rest his head against Masaru. "I love you."