archcr asked: "No, no, you don’t understand. I would actually choose you over fries. And I really love fries."
[ ϟ ]— Amusement had already emerged upon the god's features, the rising grin disformed by ballooned cheek filled with food, and it remains in place for the duration of a deliberate turn.
Narrowed eyes fix upon the archer as the bite is devoured, languidly, ensuring that lips and beaming smile are in full view a moment later.
' What about pizza?'
Voice is seeping with warmth, drawled out in familiar, teasing fashion.
' Where do I stand in relation to pizza? Versus fries I am, of course, the evident choice.'












