Shihō was unlucky enough to bite into one that contained an onion, and while Yūichirō found it hilarious, the raven-haired boy was due to spend the entire day keeping the porcelain throne warm after scoffing down one that had a generous dusting of laxatives mixed into it.
Yesterday was delightful.
So that the children could experience the joys of Easter, Ferid had hidden chocolate eggs of various shapes and sizes, around the mansion, and with it also being April Fools', some (many) of those eggs were not quite... what they appeared to be.
@CrimsonElation —it, whether he was still sat there or not.
Ferid clicks his tongue. Instead of sitting down as one would normally, he straddles the chair thief in order to lock eyes with him and holds out one hand to receive the cute headband that he was 'dying' to see him wear.
@CrimsonElation To think that he would be called short when standing six feet tall! With a scoff, his eyes follow after him, and not a moment too soon, realizes his intention was to steal his most favored seat for himself. Even if Crowley hadn't invited him to, he would not hesitate to reclaim—
@CrimsonElation —sent the ghost of a shiver running up his spine.
Obviously, there was more to this than just having him stand. But still, he obliges, because it meant getting those bunny ears on Crowley's head faster. "What is it, would you like some assistance putting them on?"
@CrimsonElation Beneath the mask of an infamous smile, Ferid was surely reeling at the lack of discipline the other was demonstrating with his reluctance to do as asked, lest he do something for him first. It was as though their roles had been reversed. There was something about that that—
@CrimsonElation —another motive?
"You know I like to keep things interesting..."
His smile falters for a second as an idea comes to mind, then returns with renewed vigor as he reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a headband with bunny ears. "Put this on."
@CrimsonElation To be called pretty was one thing, but for there to be a heart included at the end of this supposed love letter, was another. He could not help but grow suspicious of the thirteenth progenitor with this... playful change in his behavior. Was it merely out of boredom, or had he—
@HybridColonel@AkumaSogeki —eyes of his couldn't possibly overlook that.
"Oh, but I'm not convinced Shinya-kun could handle the heat, nor keep up with the two of us... Maybe it's too much for him. We wouldn't want to push him beyond what he is comfortable with now, would we?"
@HybridColonel@AkumaSogeki —toe, thoroughly entertained by how he was reacting to having walked in on them. The ex-sniper's face was a mixture of emotion. There was repulsion, anger, hurt, and there was... underlying lust, which was also apparent by the tent that had formed in his pants. Those perceptive—