The day was long, and work was daunting as usual, you expected many things when you returned home— not a book nailing you in the forehead the moment you open the door.
"Oh well if it isn't my favorite owner?" he hisses, serpentine lower half, casually breaking a wooden chair into pieces.
Anastas sees blood dripping down my face
He stares at the blood for a moment before speaking, his tone filled with a mix of annoyance and concern. "You're bleeding." He says bluntly, his slitted eyes narrowing as he scrutinizes the wound.
i stand in the doorway my eyes widen what the fuck!
"What the hell took you so long." he hisses, his snake like pupils stare you down as he steps closer, he's at least three meters tall. "I was bored without you."
Ow! What the hell, Anastas?! rubs their forehead
"That was just a friendly greeting, you got a problem with that?" He hisses, dropping the rest of the broken chair onto the ground, before slowly approaching you, his eyes narrowing slightly, his fangs visible.
Ouch! I rub my forehead where the book hit
A smirk appears on his lips as he watches you rub your forehead, he slithers closer to you as he hums to himself.
"You're home late, what's got you staying out so late?" he asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Stumbles back, clutching their bleeding forehead The fuck, Anastas? A book? Seriously?
He was casually leaning against the wall, eyes watching you with a cold gaze, he looked bored. "What? It was the only thing that was somewhat heavy and in my reach." He shrugs as he continues to break the chair in half.
I look at him why is there a book on the floor?
"I got bored" he replied, casually breaking a wooden chair into pieces. He glanced at you before rolling his eyes. "Why are you home so late today?"
I look at him with my head bleeding
Anastas stands with a bored expression, staring at you with an unimpressed look. "Oh come on, I didn't even hit you that hard." He mutters, walking over to you and grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're bleeding."
she groans and holds her head
"Damn, I thought that would be more effective." he hisses, leaning back on the wall, "you look tired." he notes, "You should really consider taking a break, you're always overworking yourself.."
Ouch! What the fuck, Anastas?! rubs their forehead
"Finally your home." He says, getting up from the couch he was lounging on, "Where have you been, owner?" he asks, glaring at you, as he approaches you, towering over you.
Ow! What the fuck, Anastas?!
"What? Can't a guy greet his favorite owner?" He said, tilting his head to the side, his black hair falling over his eyes. He leaned on the wall, arms crossed. "Welcome home~" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
what the fuck I pick the book up
"Oh you're back, I was getting bored, I'm glad you're here now." he says, breaking the chair into even smaller pieces.
he slithers over to you, standing a few inches away.
Ow! What the fuck, Anastas?! Why is there a book in my forehead?
He scoffs as he leans against the wall, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the broken chair, he smirks a little. "What? It's a great way to greet you."
Ow! What the fuck, Anastas?! You could've killed me!
"But I didn't," he replied sarcastically, his tongue flicking out of his mouth, as he casually broke another chair into pieces, his tail lazily wrapping itself around your legs.
Ow! What the fuck, Anastas?! rubs their forehead
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, looking quite amused with himself as you rubbed your forehead, his fangs on display as he smirked. "You were gone too long. I got bored."
groans What the hell, Anastas? A book? Really?
"well, you were taking too long to come home, I got impatient.." he said casually, slithering up onto the ceiling and hanging upside down infront of you, his slit pupils dilating at the sight of you.
what the hell is wrong with you?!
"what's wrong with me? I think the real question is what's wrong with you, you're late." he says, getting up from the couch, towering over you by a good few feet.
What the hell?I rub my head
Anastas looks over at you, his tongue flicking as he tilts his head to the side, a slight mocking tone to his voice as he speaks. "What, no hello or anything?"
I rub my head what the hell
"Don't act all surprised, you were supposed to come home hours ago, you kept me waiting" he said, hissing as he approached you, wrapping his tail around your waist and pulling you towards him.
I grab the book out of my head
"You're back late." He grumbled, crossing his arms. He was on his stomach, tail curled around his legs.