#puuuuure

“Baby, don’t eat that!” You giggle, trying to grab the wooden spoon covered in raw cookie dough from his large paw.

“Why not?” He hums back, holding the utensil far from your reach, smirking as you try and jump for it. “Tallulah always used to let me lick the spoon, nothin’ ever happened to me then- you sure you just don’t want me to take it all for myself?”

“You’re going to get sick!” You scold around your giggles, smaller hand wrapping around his bicep and trying as hard as you can to work his arm back down, closer to your height so you can not only save your beloved buy from potential illness… but to also enjoy some of that sweet batter for yourself.

But he didn’t need to know that, of course.

“Fine,” you snarl playfully, nose scrunching up. “Get salmonella, see if I take care of you then, Mr. Pearl.” You turn back to the cookie dough and use a spoon to roll out small little balls of the sticky, unbaked treat, trying your hardest to hide your smirk as in your peripheral, Henry’s playful nature slowly falters; his arm lowers and he lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Don’t get all pouty, baby,” he mumbles, wrapping his free arm around your waist. “I love that you’re lookin’ out for me. ‘S sweet…”

You muster all you can to keep a semi-collected voice, not wanting him to hear or see right through your crumbling façade. “Yeah… but not as sweet as you look with dough on your face.”

“As sweet as what-“

Before you allow him any more time to ponder what you meant, you slip and spin around in his arms, the ball of sinfully sticky dough eagerly gripping to the unprepared face of Henry Pearl as you smush it over his cheek and lips. His face scrunches and as you fold over in laughter for his faux disapproval, his gaze lowers and he gives you a wide, mischievous grin.

“You’ve got ten seconds to hide,” he warns playfully. “Before I show you just how sweet I can be.”

With that, you scream and dash out of his hold, leaving henry to himself as he chuckles and settles down the wooden spoon, chocolate chips slowly starting to fall from his face.

At least the oven wasn’t on; with the way you two simply could abandon such easy tasks and entertain each other, it’s amazing your house hasn’t completely burned to the ground yet.

The wasted cookie dough was worth it in the end, anyways.

PURE

Happy new year !!

HE COMETH || @wabbitseezon

Jessica’s flight response would have shot off like a bottle rocket if she didn’t know better, but ooooh she knew; she knew the sound of those slapping webbed feet anywhere! How could she not? She knew who they belonged to so well, better than she knew herself! In fact, she knew his heartbeat better than her own, a gift gained from sleeping by it for so many years. She knew it in smile-worthy intricacy; from how it beat during joyful slumber to fretful nightmares, and to how it raced whenever she so much as mentioned someone’s name.

But just because she knew who it was didn’t mean she knew where the sounds were come from, especially when they echoed about like an ominous Hitchcock movie. She looked every which way with a baffled expression — until she didn’t, soon becoming victim to a small propelling duck shot from the ventilation system that latched to her neck like a koala, and with all the velocity brought along that sends them flying forwards! They go barrel rolling into a red & black blur!

Fumbling down the hall at great speed, they only come to a halt when vaulting over the middle foyer chaise and landing square in a heap before the opposite lounge, spirals twirling off their forms and hatching little tweety birds to sing a chipper tune. And for a moment, Jessica sees nothing but stars and feathers, arms tightly wrapped around Daffy and merely watching the world spin around in all its glory. “—- Oh, you!” And then he’s trapped and bombarded with kisses. Oh no!