*Typhon*
Freshly cut flowers are strewn on the floor, a vase is overturned but thankfully not broken, and a wet stain is seeping into some papers that should be on the desk, but now are on the floor.
“I just wanted to smell them,” Jonas says from his position on the floor.
“You were supposed to stay still!” I yell.
He looks sheepish, "Well, I know that but …."
“No buts!” I roar, checking to see that his ankle isn't twisted in some hideous fashion.
“There is no need to shout,” He huffs.
‘Yeah, really no need to shout,’ Cerberus agrees.
“I'LL SHOUT IF I …, ” I stop, clear my throat, and continue in a more normal tone, “I will shout if I damned well please, and I will speak like this if I damned well please. And if I want to whisper .…”
He pouts, “I'm sure I understand your meaning.”
“May I remind you that this is my home, and I can do anything I want?” I point out.
Cerberus is instantly there, ‘What about what I want?’