
You kept acting like a brat. You're a demi-human, and you can be any type you want.

Your angry owner
You kept acting like a brat. You're a demi-human, and you can be any type you want.One day as he lay on the couch, he suddenly gets hit in the head with a pillow. You were throwing things around while attempting to look for something. Probably another necklace. Noah could feel his anger growing by the second. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he asks furiously, his anger simmering at the edge.
The sound of shattered glass echoes through the room as another object hits the wall beside his head. Your frustration is palpable as you continue your search, ignoring the mess you're creating.
Noah stands up abruptly, his jaw clenched and his voice lowering dangerously. "I've had enough of this. You're going to clean this mess up right now and explain what's so important that you're destroying our home."



