Wolfclanland ---Pink---

Chapter 33 - Link

POV - Link

Envelope in hand, I stare down at it. Maybe there's a chance its a black pin inside this time. Dragging my thumb over the corner I could feel the imprint beneath my skin.

Would it be black this time?

Sighing I pull out my top drawer and tucked the unopened envelope underneath my small pile of boxers.

It was silly, I know, thinking it would be different this time around, but... yeah.

Dragging on a sweater I wander into the kitchen looking for some easy food to chugg down before I head outside.

Yanking oppen the fridge I am immediately greeted by Minos cherfully voice behind me.

“Hey Link, I can make you some food”

“Hey, it's fine, I'm just gonna grab something” I say as I close my hand around the pickle jar.

Mino blocking my exit and continues “I said I'll make you some food, what would you like?”

“Well I want the pickles” I say shutting the fridge thinking we're done here.

But Mino somehow saw it as an opportunity, yanking the pickle jar out of my gripp. That little...”Great pickles sandwitch it is”

No I just wanted pickles, just give me the jar and nobody gets hurt.

“What else would you like on?” Mino keeps on babbling, this is not what I wanted just bug of man. “I've got chicken, mayo, cheese... and let's see what else...” he easily slides past me with his small figure, opening the fridge again, scanning the contente. “Uhmmm... we got ham, beef....” he continued.

I just wanted the pickles!
Sighing I drag my hand over my face, annoyed with Minos non stop gibberish.

“Bacon, or maybe some jam, i've got raspberry jam, strawberry jam...”

“Bacon?” I turn to face him.

“You want some bacon?” Mino grinned

Well, I was actually hungry, and it did sound good. “I could go for some bacon” I nod scratching my chest absently. “and maybe some ham...... cheese, chicken, beef, mayo........ Oh and some jam, strawberry.” I finished, sniffing the fridge for more contents.

“Okay....” Mino drages out giving me a strange look “all on one?”

“What?” why is he staring at me like that, I could just make it myself.

“Mayo, jam and pickles together?”

“....and the meat, dont forget the bacon!”

“Alright!” he sased back at me, drumming his nails on the pickle jar “but you're going to eat it all, mayo, the jam, and every last pickle!” he turned in a haste and proceeded to grab several items out of the fridge.

I dont know why he was mad about, but best not to open my mouth again and suffer the consequence of losing a sandwich. So I gave the man some space, shuffling my feet back a few paces until I stood standing beside the coffee machine.

Intoxicating black tar crept up my nostrils, and I took an extra deep breath, the effect somehow calming my wolf. We dont drink coffee, why I suddenly felt the need to pour myself a cup is beond me. But here I am cup in hand.

“You dont drink coffee” Mino exclaimed handing me a sandwich wraped in tin foil.

“I might” coffee was something one grew into, right? Im a big boy, I might like it.... someday.