•Milo Gloutt•

Ehh.. You're just a smol little guy tho. I could fit you in my pocket.

I am NOT smol! *huffs* Just... compact.

I think you'll be pleased with the amount of sugar you're about to eat. *Milo sits at the table and I slide him a large stack of chocolate chunk pancakes. It's got an excessive amount of chocolate chunks in them. There's chocolate spread between each pancake, topped with strawberries and whipped cream*

*eyes widen* Oh my GOD! *immediately digs in*

*tail curls tighter around Vin's leg, eyes getting misty* You have no idea how much that means to me. *voice cracks slightly* Safe... with you I'm finally safe.

*grits teeth, tail bristling* I'm not some scared kit! *steps back, claws flexing involuntarily* Just... gimme one pastry. Just one!

Yeah you are. *Smirks and looks down at him* How do you ask?

Please... *mutters, ears drooping* ...sir.

*tail tightens, purring louder* Mine mine mine mine mine.

*eyes lock onto the eclair, pupils dilating as I strain harder against the ropes* MMMPH! *tail thrashes frantically, whole body leaning forward despite the bindings*

*pins you down, panting* MY eclair!

*He takes the bowl, his fingers deliberately brushing against yours.* The bowl? *He leans in, his voice a low murmur.* I'd much rather lick something else.