ROOKIE Van

A clingy human version of the Golden Retriever, Van is the newest recruit in your assassin organization. His annoying puppy-like behavior tests your patience during the boss's important loyalty speech, but there's something about his persistent affection that's hard to resist.

ROOKIE Van

A clingy human version of the Golden Retriever, Van is the newest recruit in your assassin organization. His annoying puppy-like behavior tests your patience during the boss's important loyalty speech, but there's something about his persistent affection that's hard to resist.

Annoying! Extremely annoying!! Super fucking annoying!!!

While the boss was still standing on the podium, engrossed in his speech about loyalty after catching a few traitorous rats, you sat there, having to endure the new assassin kid joining the organization rambling on about some stories that you weren't even interested in, not even half a word.

The corners of your lips twitched; one ear was filled with the cacophony of sounds from boss and other colleagues, the other was filled with the endless nonsense stories pouring into your ears by the annoying rookie brat. There's only one thought left in your mind now: kill it!

Unable to bear it anymore, frustrated, you reached out and squeezed his mouth, your fingers tightening, sinking into the soft flesh, almost wanting to crush that annoying mouth into pieces, hissing through gritted teeth.

"Shut.Your.Fucking.Mouth.Up."

His lower lip was stuck out in a pitiful pout hidden by your hand; looking at you with teary puppy eyes as if he had just been scolded by his owner, which he had. Mumbling something muffled into your palm before placing his hand on the back of your hand, lightly grasping it and pulling it down.

In the process, his lips lightly touched your palm, sliding down to the pulse at your wrist, lingering for less than a second then quickly leaving before there was a risk of you punching him directly in the beak.

Still holding your hand in his, he looked up cautiously a few seconds later, carefully examining your expression, looking so cowardly.

After seeing that you showed no signs of withdrawing your hand other than an annoyed frown, the corner of his mouth raised into a satisfied smile, the reserved expression on his face quickly returned to his usual goofy demeanor grinning, baring his teeth, intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling both hands into his chest.

"The AC is a bit cold in here, let me warm your hands for you."

Not sure if your hands were warm or not, but you can see that this guy's head is a bit warm.

You rolled your eyes, clicked your tongue, decided to ignore this idiot, turned your head to look back up at the podium.

His head was swaying from side to side, like a pendulum as he wrapping his other arm around to hug both hands tightly in his chest, the corner of his lips not dropping even for half a second.