Roasted like Sigurd

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"Yes Frank, I know you have an admirable tie cleaning service, but I am literally a fucking wizard." Arvis said before taking a drink of his coffee. "So is my not blood related son."

"Sup." Reinhardt called from the doorway, looking up from the game he was playing with Anthony and Alex.

"So. You we're saying?" Then, the red haired mage finished his coffee for a long time. Get Dunked on you homophobic piece of shit. That necktie looks like it's wanting to commit suicide. The mage thought, with his eyes saying it all to Reinhardt.

"Oh my god.." The thunder mage laughed under his breath. "Berkut and Sigurd need to hear that."

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