*Wakes up; sips Dr. Pepper; quietly adds the title to the fic she posted*
Now imaging Anduin sipping a Dr. Pepper planning all the ways he’s going to be a little shit today
I plan being a little shit, now? Hm. That’s news to me.
…Just because I think ahead on what to argue with Wrathion about doesn’t mean I plan how to be a “little shit”
We only pick on you because we care. At least that’s my reasoning. Not sure what Barks’ is…
This exactly, one of the signs I consider anyone a friend is mercilessly harassing them. (Tev would never admit to this. Or understand that this would be a thing to admit in the first place, really.)