Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Graham's blush darken extremely at the thought. "WELL! I MEAN! UHHHHHHH! WE . . . UHHHHH WE UM WE WE WE WHERE'S MY NAPKINS!?" He looked around before hugging a pillow to his face and yelled into it, the pillow muffling his vocals.
Reaver stared for a minute with a smirk slowly creeping up his face, soon sitting up a bit so he could sip his drink easier. "It's fine. We don't have to."