Wry Grin Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."

He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”