He's Still Pouting.

He's still pouting.

"Sure." Mumblegrumble

"Don't look so sour about it, my father isn't exactly easy to please."

"I saved you some soup if that makes you feel better."

Lewin is having a no good, terrible day. God is disappointed in him, Mephisto tried to poison him with bad soup, and he's drenched in soapy water. He's gonna sit on some steps somewhere in the sun and wait to dry off.

And mope.

Huh. Lightning draws the thermos back in and takes another sniff. It is definitely a better smell. "So the stuff I got earlier was... Mephisto's?" He wasn't aware Sir Pheles was such a bad cook. The smile is a little more genuine this time. "Thanks. I guess you won?"

"My batch of oyakodon," and he makes a point of emphasizing his sense of ownership with it to silently affirm that it isn't toxic sludge. "You missed the cook off last night, so I thought I'd bring you some to eat before the boys went through it."

@anotherhumanpet replied to [X]:

(ง'̀-'́)ง

"You trying to fight me or God, kid?"

"Yep," he hums, popping the P. He starts drying his hair. "Just a little waterlogged, is all."

@hellaciousfaith replied to [X]:

Would he like a towel to dry off with?

He takes the towel to drape over his hair. "Thanks."

That's an... interesting color.

Oh well. He gives it a try and the first thing that hits him is spicy. Which he doesn't mind, but the following taste is strange. Maybe he should try again to check.

No, still bad. He opens his mouth and lets the soup waterfall out back into the bowl.

"That's terrible."

"I didn't think anything could wipe that smile from your face but this will be sure to bring it back!" He's at least has the courtesy to warm it up. Maybe it's better the next day?