Wh1teReaper
"Fuck off." He hissed.
"Feisty are we?" The shorter chuckled.
"Who are you?" The raven asked.
"Interested in me now, Spitfire?"
"Hah! You'd like me to be, wouldn't you?" He scoffed.
"Yes. Yes I would."
"Who are you?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because," Wilbur snipped, "I want to know what cunt is stalking me."
He grinned, looking at him in that way that made Wilbur feel eccentric, it made him feel recreantful, and he anathematized how much he loved it.