Jun 4, 2020
❝ that wasn’t meant for you. ❞ - risotto
He pauses mid bite into the dessert he had pilfered from the fridge, an innocent midnight snack, when he was found.
Shit.
Well, he was gonna blame it on Melone or Illuso. Both equally as guilty from stealing from the fridge, just as much as Formaggio. However, he couldn't do that now, there wasn't any getting away from Risotto and those damn piercing eyes of him.
Did he have a sixth sense? Why was he up, anyways?
"... No name on it?" Is a weak excuse, said after he swallowed the bite he had already taken of it, "I can uh... Replace it? Whose was it. Fuck, was it yours?"