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Just a drawing Inspired by this Roleplay between Spinks and I
(dante is her character, Flik is mine)

Dante looked over Flik's face for a moment, blinking, and lowering his hands from under his chin. "Oh right- I forgot.." he murmured, then breathed out a light sigh; not wanting to head to the bed room to get the muffins Flik had bought him. He wanted to sit here and talk for a while if anything- but he wouldn't be getting that today. No, he'd be plucked away from Flik so they could shop for christmas things on their own; and the only one Dante'd be speaking to would be Astev if he was free to go with him. Ugh, that didn't sound overly great, considering Astev can be a sort of bimbo at times- and he can be a big complainer too, worse than what Dante tends to be. Oh well though, not much he can do about that. He needs an escort, and if Flik has to go off and get Dante presents then he's gonna need someone else there to take care of him. His eyes fell to Flik's pancakes as they swam in their sticky reservoir or sugar-stuff, and smiled faintly to himself, "Apparently so- the poor pancakes never even saw it coming."' he murmured, laughing lightly before he brought himself back up into standing. Oooh, he didn't want to waste energy to go in to the bedroom to get food. He was gonna be walking all day- he'd certainly faint if he over did it. That he didn't need. His hand rested on the table to hold his balance a little, before he shifted away from it, "I'll be back in a second love- you can start eating if you like; you don't have to wait for me.." he breathed out, smiling again before he stepped away from the dining room, to the hallway and into Flik's room. He looked to the cold cups of hot chocolate, then the muffins.
Hmm...He picked the little baggy up first and placed the top of it between his lips- then took a cup to each hand, and started back out toward the kitchen. He was cleaning up some what- like usual. Balancing the cups though was quite hard with his body acting all weird and what not. He tried anyway. He first went to the kitchen, resting his side lightly against the counter below the sink- emptying out the cold and icky contents of the cups before he placed them in the garbage. Then it was back to sitting down with Flik.
He waddled back toward the dining room, his legs a tincy bit tired now; so he was happy when he sat down, taking the bag away from his mouth and placing it on the table. "Phew...there we go.." he murmured, his eye lids lowering. "I think I'm gonna die today.." he laughed to himself, and took out a muffin, "Not literally, of course.." he added, thinking what he had said probably wasn't the best thing for him to be saying. He does that a lot.

Well it was too overly tempting for Flik to be sat there at the table, waiting for Dante to go get his muffins with yummy, sweet pancakes set before him. The smell was overpowering, the heat which was still contained in the pancakes was slowly seeping out, and rising of course just to taunt Flik with its smell. By now his stomach was growling, paining him with every low grumble. He couldn't wait, well he could, but it'd be misery. So, with a nod and a smile he lifted up his fork again then started on with his eating. After a couple bites he glanced to Dante, attempting not to laugh with his mouth full here; he gave more of a muffled chuckle, one hand lifting to cover over his mouth just incase his laughter was to get out of hand. "Poor Pancakes." he mumbled softly, his eyes trailing down to the soaked breakfast food before him. Instant pancakes or no, Dante was still a great cook; there hasn't been anything he had made yet that Flik had not enjoyed completely.
He continued on with his eating, only giving a nod in reply to Dante seeing as his mouth was being stuffed; in a polite manner mind you. He didn't realize how tired Dante was, how little he was seemingly able to handle. Had he known, he'd have just said to hell with going Christmas shopping...well, at least 'letting' Dante go. He was still going to get all he had planned to...and perhaps a tree, they hadn't one after all. He was thinking a bit impossibly here though, he wasn't going to be able to carry a tree and Dante's gifts back through the snow and cold; hell, he'd probably never find his way home by himself anyways.
Still though, he was happy at the time, thinking overly optimistically and that was okay for the time; he needed to feel good for awhile. That never lasted though, of course Dante had to come back to the breakfast table with his 'death and dying' comment. So maybe it was supposed to be funny...Flik couldn't laugh at that. He wished he could have, he wished he could take things like 'Dante dying' as easy as Dante seemed to; being all sarcastic like that and such. But no, that wasn't funny. Flik managed a very weak smile though, his eyes trailing down to rest on his food again which suddenly just wasn't what he wanted. He could just feel depressing thoughts creeping up on him now that 'that topic' had been brought up. Why was death the main topic when they were eating? Why couldn't it be something else...? Flik should ask this, but he never...he just tried his utmost to act okay still for Dante's sake. "Eheh...heh...hm...oh boy.." He trailed off awkwardly, keeping his eyes lowered to his food. "I...well...heh..." He mumbled, trying his hardest to find something nice to talk about though as soon as death was brought up, especially death concerning Dante, Flik's good mood deflated completely and his mind was now over-run with sad thoughts.

Description
Just a drawing Inspired by this Roleplay between Spinks and I
(dante is her character, Flik is mine)

Dante looked over Flik's face for a moment, blinking, and lowering his hands from under his chin. "Oh right- I forgot.." he murmured, then breathed out a light sigh; not wanting to head to the bed room to get the muffins Flik had bought him. He wanted to sit here and talk for a while if anything- but he wouldn't be getting that today. No, he'd be plucked away from Flik so they could shop for christmas things on their own; and the only one Dante'd be speaking to would be Astev if he was free to go with him. Ugh, that didn't sound overly great, considering Astev can be a sort of bimbo at times- and he can be a big complainer too, worse than what Dante tends to be. Oh well though, not much he can do about that. He needs an escort, and if Flik has to go off and get Dante presents then he's gonna need someone else there to take care of him. His eyes fell to Flik's pancakes as they swam in their sticky reservoir or sugar-stuff, and smiled faintly to himself, "Apparently so- the poor pancakes never even saw it coming."' he murmured, laughing lightly before he brought himself back up into standing. Oooh, he didn't want to waste energy to go in to the bedroom to get food. He was gonna be walking all day- he'd certainly faint if he over did it. That he didn't need. His hand rested on the table to hold his balance a little, before he shifted away from it, "I'll be back in a second love- you can start eating if you like; you don't have to wait for me.." he breathed out, smiling again before he stepped away from the dining room, to the hallway and into Flik's room. He looked to the cold cups of hot chocolate, then the muffins.
Hmm...He picked the little baggy up first and placed the top of it between his lips- then took a cup to each hand, and started back out toward the kitchen. He was cleaning up some what- like usual. Balancing the cups though was quite hard with his body acting all weird and what not. He tried anyway. He first went to the kitchen, resting his side lightly against the counter below the sink- emptying out the cold and icky contents of the cups before he placed them in the garbage. Then it was back to sitting down with Flik.
He waddled back toward the dining room, his legs a tincy bit tired now; so he was happy when he sat down, taking the bag away from his mouth and placing it on the table. "Phew...there we go.." he murmured, his eye lids lowering. "I think I'm gonna die today.." he laughed to himself, and took out a muffin, "Not literally, of course.." he added, thinking what he had said probably wasn't the best thing for him to be saying. He does that a lot.

Well it was too overly tempting for Flik to be sat there at the table, waiting for Dante to go get his muffins with yummy, sweet pancakes set before him. The smell was overpowering, the heat which was still contained in the pancakes was slowly seeping out, and rising of course just to taunt Flik with its smell. By now his stomach was growling, paining him with every low grumble. He couldn't wait, well he could, but it'd be misery. So, with a nod and a smile he lifted up his fork again then started on with his eating. After a couple bites he glanced to Dante, attempting not to laugh with his mouth full here; he gave more of a muffled chuckle, one hand lifting to cover over his mouth just incase his laughter was to get out of hand. "Poor Pancakes." he mumbled softly, his eyes trailing down to the soaked breakfast food before him. Instant pancakes or no, Dante was still a great cook; there hasn't been anything he had made yet that Flik had not enjoyed completely.
He continued on with his eating, only giving a nod in reply to Dante seeing as his mouth was being stuffed; in a polite manner mind you. He didn't realize how tired Dante was, how little he was seemingly able to handle. Had he known, he'd have just said to hell with going Christmas shopping...well, at least 'letting' Dante go. He was still going to get all he had planned to...and perhaps a tree, they hadn't one after all. He was thinking a bit impossibly here though, he wasn't going to be able to carry a tree and Dante's gifts back through the snow and cold; hell, he'd probably never find his way home by himself anyways.
Still though, he was happy at the time, thinking overly optimistically and that was okay for the time; he needed to feel good for awhile. That never lasted though, of course Dante had to come back to the breakfast table with his 'death and dying' comment. So maybe it was supposed to be funny...Flik couldn't laugh at that. He wished he could have, he wished he could take things like 'Dante dying' as easy as Dante seemed to; being all sarcastic like that and such. But no, that wasn't funny. Flik managed a very weak smile though, his eyes trailing down to rest on his food again which suddenly just wasn't what he wanted. He could just feel depressing thoughts creeping up on him now that 'that topic' had been brought up. Why was death the main topic when they were eating? Why couldn't it be something else...? Flik should ask this, but he never...he just tried his utmost to act okay still for Dante's sake. "Eheh...heh...hm...oh boy.." He trailed off awkwardly, keeping his eyes lowered to his food. "I...well...heh..." He mumbled, trying his hardest to find something nice to talk about though as soon as death was brought up, especially death concerning Dante, Flik's good mood deflated completely and his mind was now over-run with sad thoughts.