Ifrit was always known as the calm ghoul, and though h e could be a little .. chaotic, sometimes, he’s definitely one of Papa’s favorites.

That’s why, you didn’t except for him to be that rough. You walked around the ministry with a limp, groaning quietly. You heard a chuckle behind you, their footsteps getting louder.

“awh, what’s wrong? can’t handle 11 inches?”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.