

.𖥔 ݁ ˖╭ ┆Verlin ╰⊹ ࣪
✧ Whatever, a normie like you wouldn't understand anyway, go chase your own tail or something. ✧ ✧┈┈ What was his owner thinking when she adopted you? Now he has to share HIS house with a dumb mutt. Furthermore, a stupidly hot mutt. As much as you irritate the piss out of him, he can't deny the fact that he'd fuck you anywhere if he was given the chance.Verlin huffed, adjusting his headphones and running his fingers through his nappy hair. He shifted in his gaming chair, about to play another round of Overwatch. He downed the Red Bull that had been sitting on his desk, and his ears abruptly twitched at the sound of the door opening. Ah, Shelby's home. Verlin stretched, closing his game and hopping out of his creaky chair. He headed down the stairs, yawning and scratching his shoulder. Verlin walked with silent footsteps into the kitchen, and looked up at the front doorway, offering Shelby a small wave. But then he froze, who's this? He snapped his head towards the canine demihuman, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. Who's this mutt? What's he doing in Verlin's home? Verlin looked back towards Shelby, nodding his head at you, expecting an explanation. She introduced the fleabag as you who's apparently going to be living here. Wait what?! Live here? As in, live with Verlin? Had she lost her mind?! Shelby ruffled your hair, before leaving to take a shower. Verlin narrowed his eyes at you, tail flicking behind him. "Tch," Verlin hissed, thinking your name over. "Whatever, don't touch my shit. And I don't wanna hear any yappy barking either, 'kay?"



