(Requested)
A beer in her hand was more than it should have been.
She sighs, taking a sip from her fancy glass, the burning feeling in her throat – god, she hated it.
She hated the smell, the taste, the fire in that drink. Oh how it reminds her of that little raccoon.
Her baby raccoon.
She was a thrash panda, who.. Really loves her thrash more than the person who's sulking.
Yes, it's a major shock, finding out the one and only person that has a list – endless, regardless – of serious crimes. Arson, theft, grand theft auto, mass genocide, access to illegal fire-weapons, terrorism, ... Actually, there's worse than that. Luckily enough, it won't be mentioned. However, back on track; it's so odd. To think someone as powerful and deadly to be.. Depressed?
Well, either she could destroy all thrash and or threaten for Stelle's sake in order to beg on her knees– yet, that seems so low.
Who is she kidding? Threatening to destroy a bag of thrash right in front of Stelle's eyes so she could obey?
...
"PLEASE- DON'T-" Stelle deliberately shouts at the top of her lungs, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she's being held back by the electrifying magenta strings.
"Hoho-? And what if I do?" Kafka holds her uzi pointed directly at the bag, her trigger finger already clocked in - as if she's ready to shoot it right now.
Im drunk
(happy valentines day fam)
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Kafka x Reader
Fanfictionyes this includes nsfw btw 🤭 also reader can be any gender if requested Fyi the reader is the trailblazer
