pocky day was yesterday :: so what
🍫 to share a box of pocky, ❤️ to play the pocky game
@qisms sent: 🍫 cain. offering for the grumpy heathcliff to take some, before retracting it because “wait, isn’t chocolate bad for dogs?”
"Ah, thanks, mate. I could use a little nib--" Here was Heathcliff, in the process of accepting the gift and being appreciative only for it to be whisked away. "OY YOU--" The werewolf snatches, making for a grab to take it but Cain proves to be too quick. The scarred hand whiffs the air instead, leaving a teeth-gritting frustrated ruffian to glare at the classy gabber.
"Oh. Havin a giggle, are ya?!" A visible twitch to that brow. The fist thumping into the wall beside them. "Why I oughta... callin me a bloody dog, at least use wolf or some mince. Tch, not like I went and asked some bloke to get like this either way. You wanna see me get pissed? Hand over the scran!"
Heathcliff makes another grab, this time managing to catch the other by the wrist. The grip is strong as iron, purple hues burning at the other while they take their other hand to pluck out the entire fucking box of sticks.
Then shoves them all into his mouth at once.
"I'll eat all the bloody chocolate I want! And-- AHUCKHUFHHUGFH." Maybe he'll drink some water too.















