MYO-726: Quincy

The picture in the succubun's hands crumpled under his grip, then being ripped over and over until it was nothing but scraps of inked plastic. Quincy even felt himself growl over the destroyed picture, the bun in the image still somehow smiling at him, mocking him from the image's broken form. He picked up the torn-up pieces of the picture, trying his best to rip them apart even further. He wanted that fucker to stop staring at him, stop mocking him with their perfect hair and perfect ears an...