Copia eats 2 whole pizzas by himself at ghoul movie night send tweet
Mmmm, yes. He is so busy sharing movie facts (theyre watching A New Hope) that the first pizza is barely thought of...he puts it away, no problem. Towards the end of the movie he realizes he's quite full, but not so much so that he doesn't want more. But he also doesnt want to hog the second one if someone else wants some, and now he's shy to ask about it....
Dew notices him fussing, twiddling his fingers and looking quickly between the pizza and the other ghouls. So he sits up to snag the box and plant himself besides Copia.
Copia squeaks in surprise before resting those fiddling thumbs on his belly. He looks so comfy in his sweat pants and his belly rounded, but obviously not full. With his exceptional hearing Dew can really hone in on the sounds of the man's stomach, loudly digesting and growling for more at the same time.
"My Droplet! You having some of that too?"
"Oh, this is for you," he said with a grin as he adjusted the box on his lap.
"O-oh, I think I've had plenty," Copia starts weakly, cheeks lightly blushed.
"Nah, now none of that, C." Dew pulls a piece apart from the rest and holds it out. "Come on. The movie's almost over...I think...and you need to finish this before then."
And of course Copia doesn't refuse, fumbles out another weak protest but ultimately opens his mouth and takes the piece from Dew, polishing it off as Dew turns his attention back to the screen. It isn't long before he's reabsorbed by the film and eating without much thought, just piece after piece with interjections of behind the scenes stories when he needs a quick breather.
Is the way he eats without a care, down to the last piece barely seeming to be a struggle, a turn on for Dew? Yes. The ghoul is fighting the urge to jump him as he eats, to feel how heavy his belly must feel by now. Copia has a surprising capacity, and even if he is stuffed, it doesn't seem to bother him.
So he leans back after the final slice is gone and burps into a fist, the other hand patting his belly. The rebels are getting their medals and the other ghouls are nodding off, but Dew has his gaze firmly on the blatant swell of Copia's gut in his lap.
"Thank you for sharing with me," their Papa said sleepily, yawning now.
And Dew, not having had a single piece of the 'shared' pie, grins and finally reaches over to pat Copia's belly in approval.
