HELP A GIRL OUT SHE NEEDS SOME SHUGA!!!
I tried >.>’ and failed ._.’
Will stared uncertainly at the boxes piled at his feet.
“Is this really necessary?” He asked hesitantly.
“Will. Will. Will.” Hannibal rebuffed him gently. “These are my gifts to you. It would be rude to refuse. Very. Rude.” Hannibal looked at him pointedly.
Will swallowed audibly. “I understand.” He said rather weakly.
Hannibal sniffed. “I hoped for a greater amount of appreciation. I never knew being a sugar daddy would be such a hardship.”
“You could just take me shopping for once.” Will muttered petulantly. “That way I could actually pick what I want.”
“You are an ungrateful creature.” Hannibal’s eyes were filled with despair. “I’m the daddy in this relationship.”
Will still looked cross. “You keep bringing me body parts of my supposed enemies wrapped in cheerfully pink paper.” He said slowly. “Actually no, I think it’s mostly red now. Blood red. Because there’s BLOOD soaking through it onto my carpet!”
Hannibal remained unimpressed despite Will’s obvious distress.
“You’re being dramatic. They’ll keep till dinner.”