🐉Baking with Urogi🦅
CW: mention of throwing up 🍥- You overgrown chicken, what are you doing?! - the girl screamed, fighting off the demon… with a whisk. A simple evening and a desire to make mochi at home turned into another nightmare, accompanied by feathers flying all over the kitchen and threats that the next dinner would be Urogi fried in the sun. - You can’t even eat this, stop bothering me!
🍥Urogi was so happy that he couldn’t hold back. His elongated ears twitched up and down, and his wings flapped at full force while the demon tried to steal the bowl of rice dough from the girl’s hands.
🍥- Stop being so serious! I want to try, maybe I’ll like it! - Urogi laughed, pushing his clawed hand right to the bowl through under the girl’s arm, for which he once again received a whisk right between the horns with all its might. If his forehead could be any more purple, there would definitely be a bruise there.
🍥- You won’t like it! You'll throw up again, just like last time! - Appy protected the bowl from the feathered robber with her whole body, even if it meant that a few more scratches would appear on her body, albeit accidentally. Every time the hashira tried to cook, it ended up with something like this… It was hard to live with a hyperactive demon who was also half-bird, but it was already impossible to get rid of him. Appy loved Urogi too much, even when she was angry with him. 🍥 - I won't! - Urogi literally screamed in the girl's ear, since he didn't even suspect how loud he was at the moment. Actually, no, he understood everything perfectly well, especially considering his ability to scream. And he did it all on purpose! After half an hour of literally non-stop screaming persuasion in her ear, Appy could no longer stand it and covered her ears with her hands, completely forgetting about the dough and dropping the bowl on the floor. Urogi immediately took advantage of this and grabbed the bowl right into his hands, not letting it touch the ground, after which, with the same loud laughter, he flew into the room furthest from the kitchen to feast on his prey. After all, Appy was right. The demon threw up literally 10 minutes later.
