Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Graham grabbed the marshmallows from the top cupboard before heading over to Reaver. His stomach growled to reach in and dive for the marshmallows. "Everything smells so good." He whined.
Kissing Graham's cheek once close enough, Reaver then stirred the coca. "Soooooon, sugah beah. Sooooooon."