*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”
Every time I see you, young prince, you are either in the process of being a little shit, about to be a little shit, or have just been a little shit.
I refuse to believe this isn’t premeditated.