Misha is a little shit, a thread.

It all started normally enough. I asked the handsome angel to protect me from a big scary monster.

Then I asked for a comforting hug. Strangely, I did not find this very comforting.

Or this.

Or this.

Or this.

Or this.

He finally let go of my face but Chris thought we needer one more.

Except the fuckery continued.

Because he's a little shit.

So I threatened to bite him.

I still don't feel very comforted, though.