Been working on my art and honestly it's been a lot of fun. I know it's simple right now but I'm okay with that. And I make a little bit of progress each day!
((Hi! i got bored and wrote this, lemme know what you think. Or don’t! That’s fine too..))
A slightly open door with a dim glow coming from within signifying that there was someone or many someones, in the kitchen. Soft pants and huffs could be heard from outside the door, and the closer towards the dim glow and soft breathes, the louder and brighter it got.
Curious ears and eyes were burning to know what was going on, standing before the door eager to see and hear more.
“ I told you old man... This isn’t going.. To... Fit!” Came a disgruntled female voice annoyed and tired an sounding winded, but also with those staggered words came the sounds of something ‘thunk-thunking’ against something like a counter top, interrupting that sound was a dull ‘thwap’ followed by a yelp, “Ah!!” The ‘thunking’ had halted and with the sharp yelp there was a metalic ‘clink’, “ Why would you do that? That was fucking dangerous!”
Upon further inspection of the FAR too curious, taking a peek from behind the door to see a angry fiery haired freckled and flushed chef, both from exertion and embarrassment, standing before the counter top laying behind her was a large partially butchered ‘hog’ that papa Nihil had chosen for a clergy ritual, and was convinced could be stored in the large fridges, though with the rest of the food items for the ritual it wasn’t going to work, without extra butchering.
Now in front of her, was the feared Secondo, in his skull paint now changed into his casual suit, though he had discarded his jacket an gloves and rolled his sleeves for the moment. His usual scowl though was currently replaced with a feline like smirk that would put many in a trance, as it made the wrinkles in his brow, around his eyes and cheeks crinkle in the best ways, creasing his paint a bit. “ Scusa mia cara~ I was simply, showing appreciation to a fine ass, si~?”
Growling as her face grew darker, “ And who in the name of Sathanas, taught you that?” The older anti-pope gave a deep rumbling chuckle before he stepped closer to the short woman and boxed her in against the counter. “ I perhaps, took it from il mio fratellino~”
The red head made a mental note to make Terzo his lest favorite meals when at family dinner for the next few weeks, with his father and brothers, where Nihil will in fact torture him by making him eat it. Though her mind quickly went blank as she felt soft nuzzling of painted lips against her ear, and a deep voice resonating through her.
“ Piccola fiamma, I do not need these.. Things to make you mine.. You already know your place with me, yes?” Grinning widely the ginger chef gave a lighthearted, and at the same time, taunting giggle before saying.
“Remind me, papa?” She spoke with a vaguely helpless expression.
With a hypnotic glow in his white eye, he responded.“Gladly. Little one.”
