#lessers

there’s more than one lesser? this has to be an act of terrorism. send their parents to JAIL

The Dusk was likely to fade.  It had lost all purpose and with it any drive to cling to existence, instead spending its days curled in a small box and barely stirring when Xemnas checked on its progress.

“You’re making a mess”, Chef scolds, swiping the bit of red frosting off Artie’s nose, though there’s a twinkle of amusement in his eyes that softens his tone. “Look at you, you look like Rudolf!”

Artie pouts at him, rubbing at his nose and only succeeding in smearing more frosting onto his floury face, white powder sprinkling onto his shirt. His formally white apron is spattered with cake batter and bright red splotches of red food dye, flour dusting his dark hair and face. “I was just supposed to decorate, why’d I let you rope me into the actual cake making bit?” he whines eyeing the bits of egg yolk still under his short fingernails. 

“Because we both know nothing would get done if I let you just sit there and watch while I prepared the batter”, Chef says reasonably, using a rag to clean his hands, his own apron far cleaner than Artie’s. 

“How is this any better”, Artie grumbles, gesturing to the mess in the kitchen and the pile of dirty bowls in the kitchen. Chef leans down to kiss his nose, red frosting coloring his lips when he straightens.