Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

He only earned a giggle. How anticlimactic. Caracal paused and frowned, wondering what the heck he had to do to get another proper laugh out of the kid. Ignoring the signs of his nephew’s exhaustion, the older boy sucked in a huge breath, his chest actually puffing up with it.

He held it for a moment, trying to remember all the good swears he’d learned from Towhee, before blaring, SUCK A FUCKING BUTT! WIENER BITCH ASS—! Caracal officially ran out of breath there.

He was gearing up to draw in another when the little furball keeled over and fell asleep. Caracal made a choking noise and stared, a look of disgust slowly creeping over his face. How dare he pass out in the middle of Caracal’s amazing, cussing encore!

Shitstain, Caracal muttered sulkily under his breath, moving to leave. Before he went, though, he glanced over his shoulder and couldn’t help but smile. He was a cute little shitstain though.

Author: Kat