// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“How horribly sticky.” The butcher comments playfully, tail flicking with his amusement against Danta’s leg as they work and fill the cookies. The chocolate spoon is taken quite gratefully, popped into his mouth and licked clean, before he’s debating whether or not to offer the strawberry spoon to his lover.
It’s an offer that never comes, though, as Danta kicks at his shin and the butcher barks a laugh, hands lifting in a placating gesture as he raises a brow toward the Maverick, both spoons held high. The strawberry spoon is not offered to the Maverick for the transgressions and instead he reaches out to smear the smooth back of it against a handsomely sharp cheekbone with a knowing grin before he, too, steps back and collects a tray of cookies so that hopefully Danta decides against going in for another bout of retaliation.
“Indeed, into the oven it goes!” Comes the singsong chime regardless, louder this time as his accented voice carries it easily and well, twisting immediately on his heel to go straight to the ovens to open it and slip the tray inside.
It’s an offer that never comes, though, as Danta kicks at his shin and the butcher barks a laugh, hands lifting in a placating gesture as he raises a brow toward the Maverick, both spoons held high. The strawberry spoon is not offered to the Maverick for the transgressions and instead he reaches out to smear the smooth back of it against a handsomely sharp cheekbone with a knowing grin before he, too, steps back and collects a tray of cookies so that hopefully Danta decides against going in for another bout of retaliation.
“Indeed, into the oven it goes!” Comes the singsong chime regardless, louder this time as his accented voice carries it easily and well, twisting immediately on his heel to go straight to the ovens to open it and slip the tray inside.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
