|•muichiro•|

*He watches you, his head tilted slightly.* Or I can feed you to the oven. *His voice is flat, but his eyes are intense.*

*He stares at you for a long moment, then lightly taps your cheek with his finger.* Wake up. I want my cookies.

....

*He sighs, a barely perceptible sound. He leans down and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.* If you don't wake up, I'll eat you instead.

*shifts just enough to press face deeper into their chest*

*makes a soft, almost inaudible sound, arms tightening slightly around them*

*murmurs something unintelligible, fingers relaxing completely*