once warmed my hands over a burning maserati

The cacophony of shrill weasel shrieks greeted the red wolf as he entered the dungeon, although Rain’s stock of more suitable test subjects remained bare. Rain descended the stairs shortly after the phoenix stepped into his dungeon, him and his golden companion chattering conspiratorially on their latest endeavor.

The baboon was first to go silent as his beady eyes landed on the considerably larger wolf in front of them who seemed to be inspecting their place of business. Rain on the other hand straightened slightly, a small smile creeping over his features as he recognized the male before him.

“Mephistopheles!” He greeted with what he suspected may have been too much enthusiasm. He urged himself to be comported and looked away shyly. “What brings you down here? Were you injured again?” He asked and chided himself for sounding too dismissive. Whatever he did around the male seemed to be wrong and he felt a blush of embarrassment lift the fur of his cheeks at his own awkwardness.