Snippet #1110522

Blinking lightly, Cain considered what Desir had said. An explosion? Surely he would have noticed that…though he had been a bit more spacey than usual today, tired as he was from all the effort he had exerted and incredibly low on his power source. With a light hand, he drew two marshmallows from the, what seemed, endless expanse of his pockets, popping them lazily into his mouth. If he would have to expend even more energy searching for two oddly energetic girls, he might as well refuel first. Seeing the spark of interest in Desir’s eyes at the movement though, and he drew yet another marshmallow out, holding it out just above the younger boys lips to nibble on.

Through the process and the odd, but decidedly pleasurable, sensation of Desir’s lips, and a bit of tongue, dancing across his finger tips, did Cain retrace what he had vaguely seen happening in his barely attentive memories. The gauntlet demon, or what he assumed demon, striking up a conversation, Angel pulling Amyy of, a high pitched squeal he had barely made out, and…no that was about it. Shrugging, Cain decided that, honestly, he had no clue where the girls had gone. “To see what the commotion was,” Cain replied nonchalantly, grinning jovially at his kitty’s beaming expression. The things he could do to him right there, but alas, he would probably have to hunt the girls down first, even if the option of just leaving with his sweet Desir right then was incredibly tempting.