Troublesome Imp

"Well. I wasn't about to judge. You are a demon." His expression twists, and his nose scrunches in displeasure. "Not my fault you're strange.~ but you're rice may not last as long if I get a hold of it."

"Wow. You must be really hungry?" The boy detangles himself, his feet now carrying him toward the cooking rice awaiting it's cruel death. "That's a lot, Appa."

"Vegetables taste bad." His fingers interlock while he watches on in with mild interest. "Are you going to eat it all?"

His chin tips to rest upon Kibum's shoulder, and he gazes curiously at the items set atop the countertop. "What are you making, hyung?"

[smiles wrapping his arms around you] Hey, Jongdae~

/he murmurs quietly as he lays his head back, tired eyes gazing up at his assailant; I'm so sleepy.

What... I do remember offering you strawberries. /he blinks, his head dipping a moment later. His hand beckons the other to follow; they're in my fridge.

Yes, I have! I did that one time! Now, you you gonna help me eat them or not?

I would never buy you strawberries again if you hit me like that. /squints; Speaking of strawberries, I think I have a carton in the fridge.

/his nose scrunches, and he squeaks quietly at the other; Scared of you!? Why would I do such I weird thing?

...I'm not scared of him! I'll just pounce him too, and then I'll come back and sit on you! /he flickers his tongue out at the other;

/he giggles, but his hands draw back as he sprawls fully; hhhi.