“would you stop calling me a snack?!” beau tries to swat marshall lee’s leg but it’s too high up. he knows, objectively, that people find him attractive. the number of customers that flirt with him sometimes makes him uncomfortable. he’s only ever really able to respond when marshall lee does it though, it’s become so commonplace.
“and have you eat half the frosting in the process? never again. i had to make a naked cake one time because you ate everything!” he goes to grab the bowl, pouting frowning when the menace holds it out of reach. damn his “height” advantage.
“a kiss toll? really? how old are you again?” the tips of his ears are as pink as his hair and he hopes that helps them blend in and go unnoticed. but seeing as marshall lee is well versed in noticing anything bonnibeau-related, he knows he has no such luck.
“why should i? i’m telling the truth!” he sticks his tongue out at beau, ever the nuisance. he loves to rile bonnibeau up, likes to see him with his feathers ruffled.
grinning at the accusation, marshall lee shrugs a little. “don’t make things taste good if you don’t want me to eat them, bubba, i don’t know what to tell you.” he holds the bowl over beau’s head, teasing him with it for a moment, before he gets bored even with that.
“old enough.” he sinks down, very nearly touching the ground but not quite, allowing himself to be an inch or so taller than bonnibeau. “why, my prince, you’re positively pink!” his voice is light and teasing, reaching out with the hand not holding the bowl to cup beau’s cheek. “you’re lucky i don’t eat colour anymore, you’d be hard to resist when you blush like this.”
leaning in, marshall lee gives beau a light kiss, resting his hand on the back of beau’s neck gingerly. it’s always a head rush to be able to do this, no matter how long he and beau have been back together. nothing ever really compares to being able to kiss beau whenever he wants. not music, not sweets, not even any of his sick vampire abilities.
“here.” marshall lee hands the bowl off, voice gone soft with proximity to the other, smile quirking one side of his mouth up. “anything else i can do for you, prince bubbabutt?”