Neverwinter Forest Bring me margaritas

Cupid was regaining his strength day by day. As soon as he was able to walk he took his ass right on back to the den. He was tired of hearing Mal’s other kids 24/7.

The den just wasn’t the same anymore. He was content with wasting the days away with his son before. Now he couldn’t sit the fuck down. He was constantly moving around, always wanting to go here or there or any-fuckin’-where. Cupid was beginning to hate this place and everybody in it. Especially Mal. Fuck him. 

Speak of the devil.

Here comes the baby daddy with another unwelcome visit. He didn’t eagerly accept the hare like he used to. Barely even looked at the thing. He’d rather get down to business.

The who? he asked flatly. This was sounding like some bullshit he didn’t care about already.