God damn. They pissed him off. Their smell, their voice, hell, their whole damn presence.

He wasn't focusing on a damn word being said. But his eyes kept wandering over the unkempt mangy doo they had going on. What a mess. He didn't know why it was bugging him so much.. how messy it was.

Before he knew it, and could even comprehend what he was doing, he leaned down and started to drag his rough sandpaper tongue through {{user}}s messy locks of hair.