Beerus yawned loudly, hoping to wake anyone that was still asleep, namely his angelic attendant who should always be at his beck and call. He slumped over from his bed, rubbing at his eyes, trying to wake up himself as best he could. The God was always needing to be distracted, otherwise he’d just go on an elimination spree of worlds, clearly. Now, he was more concerned with what to stuff his stomach with, and needing to get it fast. “Whis!!! Hurry up! Dress me...” | @whiiskyglass |
















