Xanxu's Sprinkles

Chapter

Xanxus cursedthe bastard of a man known as Nono and his fucking guardians in one breath. A chorus of echoing words accompanied his own loudly with a, 'VOIII'-tacked on like some damned cherry that mocked you from it's seating on top of a disgusting pickled ice cream. One that you ate to help relieve the hot weather but spat it out instead. The cherry was lie, everyone knew that sprinkles made ice cream better. One that is added when in doubt of a flavor in hopes to make it better.

Meaning the cherry didn't make things better.

Making the man sorely wish he could find his fucking sprinkles already for his fucked up ice cream.

Maybe the blood loss was affecting him more than he thought.