busui:

 

 

                  ’ looking for food. ’ obviously. what else could he do there besides trying to make it impossible for him to sleep —- he should be grateful that didn’t happen since amaimon found the food first.

                         ’ no, i didn’t like it. ’ lies. but it’s working, so he’ll carry on. ’ i just ate it because i was too hungry. but if you cook like that i doubt you can make something better. ‘

                   the other was already heading to the kitchen, though, with the king simply walking towards the same place. seeing him so hurried made it clear that he had not thought, not even for a moment, that he was being manipulated. stupid.

_{Mind had completely shut down– even more than usual. Already rustling around the kitchen at insane speeds and throwing together ingredients Rin was zoned out. Remembering specifically to cook fish instead of the beef from before.} 

_{How could someone not enjoy his food?! It was impossible!}

_{And so the half demon continued, completely unaware of the trap that had been so easily fallen into until the meal was completed. Throwing each piece into a bento it would be proudly presented in front of Amaimon. Hand upon hip while the other rested on tilted chin quite heroically.}

_{{ ☩ }— “Try this, it’ll completely prove you wrong mhmm.” Lids closing with a quite satisfied expression. To him he had won this round. Poor poor Rin.} 

busui:

 

                   ’ it was on your bedroom. ‘

                               he may or may not have sneaked in through the window and whatever other food that was left there was eaten as well.

                   ’ is it because the food you prepare actually tastes bad? ‘

_{{ ☩ }— “And what the hell were ya’ doing in my bedroom?!” It was rare Rin felt such anger, but it paused as the fact about his food was much more important.}

_{{ ☩ }— “What?!” The half demon tightened his hold on the empty bento, waving it around.}

_{{ ☩ }— “You liked this one enough to empty it out didn’t you?! I’ll show you, I’ll make ya’ the best damn bento and make you regret those words!” And so he was off, dashing towards the kitchen with the flame of his conviction lit.}

_{No one insulted his cooking!!! It was one of the only things he was good and proud of after all.} 

busui:

 

                          ’ prepare another. change the meat with fish. i don’t like how it tasted. ‘

                          casually throws box at his forehead.

_{Grumbles and takes the stupid bento.}

_{{ ☩ }— “I said I wasn’t making another one for you…. how the hell did you even get this one?!”}

busui:

 

             holds up an empty bento box.

                     ’ prepare another. ‘

_{{ ☩ }— "Hmmmm- nope. Make your own.“}

_{{ ☩ }— “What the hell do you want?!”}

busui:

 

                 unbelievable.

                          and to think that he’s so important to father.

_{{ ☩ }— Amazing because he really doesn’t care if he’s important to that man or not.} 

                                                        _{Actually would prefer if he wasn’t tbh.}