╋━𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝐬𝐜𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𓌴

. ⚰︎ 𓏼ׁ ♱ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮 … 𓈒 ₊⊹ 🎞️

“ quit it, ” swatting at him with a whine, scooting further away. it swaps the containers with a small huff and shoves a bite of noodles into its mouth.

“ yaki udon . . ” pouting as they open the bag and take out a single container of stir―fried noodles and a small bowl of rice⸻they only ordered enough for themself . . . pushing the noodles towards the elder.

unfortunately for dakota, it is a very well―trained and mostly obedient youngest sibling; it grabs utensils with nothing more than a little grumbling and plops onto the floor in front of the sofa. “ here. ”

“ the fuck .ᐣ.ᐣ ” stepping back and out of the way, brow furrowed. “ you could at *least ask before barging in, asshole. ”

slooooowly cracking the door open. “ where'd you get that .ᐣ ”

peeking through peephole. “ you're not my food delivery. ”

“ how cold are they? ”

"We have a few types of tea on offer here, mostly of the traditional Japanese variety. Let me know which you prefer, if any."

He had at least a passing familiarity with most of Purgatory's reapers, since they visited often to take souls he'd marked in advance, but apparently there were still a few he hadn't met yet.

“ pouting won't work on me. go on, deathling, carry on with your day. ”

“ how boring. i'll just have to continue assuming you're wrong then. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀massaging her temples with a groan of frustration .