Bowser was sitting at his piano, brooding in silence as his claws tapped on the piano in a faint dark melody. only to get interrupted by a loud knock at his door. Huffing out smoke through his nose and a low growl escaping him, Bowser glared at the door.

WHAT!?

For fucks sake…. can’t bowser just have a few hours to himself? Times like this, he wishes, he wasn’t a king, but whatever.. if this person interrupted him for a stupid reason hed just burn them with his fire breath.