Dark

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝕴’𝖒 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝕴’𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌! 𝕴’𝖒 𝖆 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊! 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊!

// If you don't love Yan's freak, you don't deserve their silly litol guy

"You can't give me food, then complain when I do not share said food."

He tilts their head, a brow raising. "Oh did you now?"

"Hm....no." A moment of silence as he stares at Wilford before moving to get him a slice. "Of course you can, unless you forgot. In which case, I may have to reconsider this marriage."

@Lucky_Ch4rm__ Quite frankly, he does not care.

@InsaneMultiple [Sad toast. ]

He was given a cake. No, they will /not/ be sharing.

"You can only have a slice if you know why I have it, and if I like you."

@Lucky_Ch4rm__ No.

@InsaneMultiple […cake?]

"/You/ gave it to me."

@InsaneMultiple [ . . . ]

He has no plans on going into the kitchen, it's all hers.

Is that today? Oh-

// Because I flipped this account, Dark is in the Bread cult. Please let him out-

// Dark wanting to be squished but instead of being normal about it, he just intensely stares at Wilford until he flops on top of them.

"Ah, they found someone new to obsess over." A sip from his mug. "Good for her."

Well, this /was/ why they got this chair to begin with. She's just...bigger now. Not that it bothers him. One hand is on their back, the other absent mindedly playing with her hair. He'll sit here until she decides to get up.

He's been stuck in this chair for hours. His legs are asleep. This is fine.

"Oh thank god-"

If Yan gets blood on the carpets, he is /bonking/ their stupid little head