They'll be the most disgusting pair of saps this side of LILITH's base, hehe.
It's all they can do to remain happy and content for the time being while saving their acknowledgements of reality for later. Nobody can live in misery, so focusing on the here and now is best. There's no need to fret over the future when tomorrow may never come, after all.
If he does make himself sick, at least he has a doctor to look over him...? Provided he doesn't puke. She might draw the line at that.
Besides, he's plenty hammy as is; he doesn't need to add any other food metaphors to the mix! But at least he's happy and content, beaming at her constantly since she put his ring on him.]
Alright! And then we can have some for breakfast, too!
[BIG KID, that's him.
But not so much of kid as to be impervious to the suggestion she's making by catching him by the hand and poising it with a knife over cake. That much he knows about through having been alive long enough to see various weddings in person and in media. Hence why he immediately blushes deeply, hesitating only a second before nodding eagerly.]
Y-Yeah...! Of course. Get in a bit of practice, huh?
[With her holding the knife, he clasps his hand over hers, standing so tightly beside her that they seem joined at the hip. Carefully, he helps guide her and the knife through the first layer of cake, using it afterwards to scoop up the dessert and place it on a plate for her. Then he follows suit by doing the same for himself - only his slice is practically twice a big as hers, with him giggling as he decides on such a large slice.]
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They'll be the most disgusting pair of saps this side of LILITH's base, hehe.
It's all they can do to remain happy and content for the time being while saving their acknowledgements of reality for later. Nobody can live in misery, so focusing on the here and now is best. There's no need to fret over the future when tomorrow may never come, after all.
If he does make himself sick, at least he has a doctor to look over him...? Provided he doesn't puke. She might draw the line at that.
Besides, he's plenty hammy as is; he doesn't need to add any other food metaphors to the mix! But at least he's happy and content, beaming at her constantly since she put his ring on him.]
Alright! And then we can have some for breakfast, too!
[BIG KID, that's him.
But not so much of kid as to be impervious to the suggestion she's making by catching him by the hand and poising it with a knife over cake. That much he knows about through having been alive long enough to see various weddings in person and in media. Hence why he immediately blushes deeply, hesitating only a second before nodding eagerly.]
Y-Yeah...! Of course. Get in a bit of practice, huh?
[With her holding the knife, he clasps his hand over hers, standing so tightly beside her that they seem joined at the hip. Carefully, he helps guide her and the knife through the first layer of cake, using it afterwards to scoop up the dessert and place it on a plate for her. Then he follows suit by doing the same for himself - only his slice is practically twice a big as hers, with him giggling as he decides on such a large slice.]
Cake and champagne~ Best Christmas dinner!