⟬ @deceitfulintentions / luke's birthday 7 • 15 ⟭
"Happy birthday Luke. Hopefully you'll start getting taller soon." Solomon says before ruffling the angel's hair. Then he went ahead and fetched a cake he made himself, it looked rather questionable in appearance but had "Happy Birthday Luke" written on it in frosting. Along with candles that were lit.
"Be sure to take a slice of this cake I baked you." He said grinning. He was definitely proud of his work on it.
"Hey, why did you bring that up?" A sweet birthday wish wasn't meant to be followed by a dig at his height, but he supposed he could let it slide for now because his mood was exceptionally high that day. Though he huffed and wrinkled his nose at the sorcerer, there was a twinkle of admiration in the small angel's eyes.
Strange as he could be, Solomon was a good friend to have around. He couldn't imagine what his life in the Devildom would have been like if they all hadn't shared the same home.
Tastier, he thought to himself as Solomon returned with his cake. Then, a second later, he wondered if what sat on the platter could be considered a cake. Sweet desserts were meant to be fluffy and pleasant and a treat for the eyes just as much as they were for the taste buds.
This was, undoubtedly, a torment for both.
"I—It, uhm. . ." He would admit in a feeble tone that the writing piped in frosting was good, but he couldn't stomach the idea of swallowing down a single bite. "Thank you, Solomon, but I ate a bunch of sweets earlier! Some friends of mine brought me some, and I got a little carried away."
It wasn't a lie. He had been given sweets by demons he had become friends with, but it hadn't been enough to bloat him. "Maybe I can have a piece tomorrow?"