★ ∥* nightmare’s day.
@hatsukoinu
He’d rather not hear the little pitter patter of ten paws against the kitchen tile of his apartment. It was annoying enough having three puppies giving him those eyes that always got them what they wanted, but having to deal with the consequences of them being inside the room might be worse than denying them.
“What do you want, Corgi? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Apron tied against his being, with some stray cocoa powder on the fabric of both it and his clothes, it was clear he had been stirring up something terrifying in the kitchen. He returns his whisk to his pot of questionable ingredients on the stove, trying to concentrate on it rather than the two animals and the pet dog playing around behind him.