Breakfast

By Icka! M. Chif

He seethed.

Was not just minorly, but majorly pissed off.

Incensed.

Irked, even.

Fumed.

Glowered.

Muttered vile curses under his breath.

Irritated.

Mad.

Livid.

Irate.

Just slightly cross.

Furious.

Enraged.

Outraged.

Infuriated.

Irritated.

Riled.

And on top of all that, he was growling just loud enough to be audible.

Xeloss giggled at not-quite-awake Zelgadis as he sipped the last cup of coffee in the inn.

What a great breakfast. He should have thought of this ages ago!

Fin.