THE FLUFF CORNER

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[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman's scowl wavers, fear rippling across his face. NO. The demon turns away, arching over the box of Chinese food, his wings clamped tight to his back.]}

Get outta here with that!

[luckycharming]

<sub>[DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY, DEMON? DID YOU?]

[Fenix leans in around Roman's shoulder, peering soulfully up at him. HIS BOTTOM LIP IS QUIVERING.]</sub>

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Roman's quills stand on end as Fenix's chin appears over his shoulder like some horrible little cherub.]}

No! Nobody likes you! Go away!

_{[He plants a hand against the ginger's scruffy face.]}

[luckycharming]

That's a lie.

You do.

You like me.

_{[And Roman's about to regret putting his palm against Fenix's face because GUESS WHOSE HAND IS GETTING KISSED? Answer: yours. It's yours, Roman.]}

[neighborofthebeast]

_{[Quills up, a shudder runs from the end of Roman's tail to the nape of his neck, which also had a little mane that stood ridged. He presses his hand harder against Fenix's face so that his nose is turned upward.]}

Fine, you animal.

_{[He sits down proper and opens the flaps to the little box, revealing two pairs of chopsticks inside.]}

I made sure it was the good place, not the one by the bridge that gave us the heaves.

[luckycharming]

_{[Grinning the smug-as-shit grin that only someone who knows he's just gotten away with something excellent can make, Fenix plucks a pair of chopsticks out of the box and snaps them apart.]}

You take such good care of us.

[neighborofthebeast]

Somebody has to. Might as well get me a fucking apron for Christmas.

_{[He took up his own chopsticks and dug in with his little disgruntled face. He'll get you back, Fenix, just you wait. But oh god this is delicious. It's the first hot food they've had in days.]}

The TV in the t-take-out place said that the weather is gonna get nasty on Friday. If we're gonna move, we better get going.