InsaneJournal

So, it had been a really, really long time since Misha had ever fought with a significant other, and now he'd gone and made Ciardha mad because he thought the vampire actually agreed with all of this nonsense. Misha was aware that he could have asked, but it wasn't like the guy had made himself clear. He understood that a council member probably had to be neutral, but under these bullshitty circumstances, he was of the opinion that raising a ruckus about a crazy guy being released into the public was just. Caprice had her reasons? Whatever reasons were complete and utter bullshit, because there was no sane reason for someone like that to be near anyone with or without a pulse. He deserved to be locked up or put to death.  Misha groaned, as Irena pulled him along, quite excited to be outside on account of her master not usually being an outside person. She barked a few times, which caused Misha to roll his eyes and smile because, no matter his mood, the hyperactive German Shepard never failed to amuse him.

Still! He made his boyfriend mad and it was making him feel kind of shitty.

His recourse?

Eat his feelings via a giant apple pie.

For someone shorter it probably would have been considered ridiculous, but he was really tall and so eating an entire apple pie by himself wasn't that far out of the realm of believability.

Apple pie with whipped cream would be the best, so he had to make a mental note of that as his dog pulled him through the sliding doors of the grocery store. By now he knew where things were shelved, so all he had to do was guide his dog in the right direction, and once he was there he took pause and waited until he could hear someone coming his way.

"Uh, excuse me," he turned his head in their direction. "Which one of these is the whipped cream?"