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“I still don’t see why it has to take THIS fucking long to pack a basket with things that just so happen to be edible! We have everything we fucking need let’s GO roachy,” Selever’s sharp voice hissed.
“Quit whining. Besides, I’m not leaving without your favourite,” you pulled out a packet of pink and white marshmallows. “I know how much you love these!”
He let out an agitated tut, but you definitely saw his wings flutter with excitement at the sight of the marshmallows.
“Its just a picnic... w-we don’t need those,” he murmured quietly.
“Then I guess I’ll just put this back in the cupboard then,” you smirk, testing him and watching as his horns sharpen and his wings grow in size slightly.
“PUT THOSE BACK IN THE BASKET ROACHY!” He yelled, quite literally growling as you went to put them back in the cupboard.
“I’m joking Sel, make up your mind! Come on, let’s go. Its already half past eleven. Lunch time is only in an hour,” you say taking his hands, as he calmed himself down almost instantly, gripping your hand.
“alright... as long as you let me have those marshmallows!”
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“Ugh why did we come HERE again of all places? Its all just shitty drug dealers and people smoking weed, let’s go back,” Selever growled tugging your hand back towards the path you came from.
“Relax you big child, if you're going to act like s baby in going to treat you like one at this rate. nobody here is doing drugs or selling drugs. Where’d you even get that idea from?” you say, ruffling his hair.
Selever looked at the crowded park, back up at you, then at the basket of food in your hands. He hugged your arm gently. “I wanna go hoooome I’m not used to crowds..!” he said, pulling on his best sad face. “I wanna go home and eat marshmallows!”
Yep, he’s definitely just in it for the marshmallows.
You gently shook him off of your arm and gestured to a large, mossy tree with some shade covering the grass, taking Selever's hand back. “We should sit down and have something to eat. Come on fuzzball,” you say to him playfully, earning a small growl and an eye roll from the demon. “Wow you are really grumpy today!” you tease. “Come on have a sandwich.”
He picked up a ham sandwich, and bit it. “..this shits disgusting where’d you get it? An alley? Hand over the marshmallows!” he demanded and as you pulled out the bag of marshmallows, he trilled excitedly and tried to snatch the bag off of you.
“eat the savoury food first!” you command, putting your hand on his chest pushing him away from the bag of marshmallows. He grunted and ate the sandwich slowly, occasionally making a disgusted sound in-between mouthfuls.
“Are you happy now roachy? Give me the god damned marshmallows!” he hissed again, trying to take them off of you.
“Say the magic word! Begins with a P remember?” you say teasing him even more, to which he scoffed and responded with:
“Penis."
Amused, you shook your head placing the bag of marshmallows in his hands, and his mood instantly changed with him leaning against your shoulder shoving marshmallows in his mouth, occasionally humming in-between bites.
“Maybe this place isn’t.. too shitty. We should come here again if you have marshm- SQUIRREL! Over there! On the branch!!!” Selever squeaked excitedly, pointing to a tree in the distance as he watched the furry critter scamper around.
“I didn’t see you as much of an animal person, Sel!” you snicker, snapping a photo of the squirrel in the distance.
“Oh shut up Y/N you gotta admit thats a pretty fucking cute animal,” he says, looking at you with a small frown.
“you know whats even cuter?” you ask Selever softly, as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “You! Duh!” you say excitedly, smiling brightly at him and watching as he blushes a bright red pink and hides his face behind one of his wings.
“I-I’M NOT CUTE!! I’M A BIG THREATENING DEMON!!” he squeaked, his voice muffled by his wing.
“A big threatening demon that purrs when petted and loves marshmallows, I’m terrified! The horror!” you laugh softly at Selever, who was now a puddle of embarrassment at this point.
“Y/N this is a public place, shush!” he hissed.
“Alright, fuzzball!”