Danti Oneshots Book I ✨Guess✨

Sharing Food

Person B shares a drink or a snack with Person A.

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Meal times at the Iplier manner have always been extravagant. The extravagancy might be because the Septiceye's are guests, and the American egos want to look impressive, but that's beside the point. Always long tables under crystal chandeliers and warm light, a banquet fit for royalty, an option for every allergy or intolerance. Everything is served on elegant china, with 3 different-sized spoons, 2 forks, and 2 knives. Everything is cooked as though it's from a 5-star restaurant; hell... even the cheap mac and cheese could rival Chase's homemade stuff. And not that he would admit it, but Chase's cooking was damn good. Who even cooks this shit? It's way too fancy to be one of the Ipliers! None of them even have the time to make all this food!

Anti stands leaning on the high back of a chair, observing the overly fancy dinner prepared. The other egos, save for the emo sharpie himself, were mingling and catching up after being away from each other for 2 years. A lot has changed since the two groups last saw each other; many look very different. Especially himself. A lot more... mature. He shakes his head and scoffs, walking to the smaller, standard kitchen counter in his decision to look over what drinks there are. A bucket of red wine, probably Dark's doing, bottled water, and cocktail ingredients. The only damn normal drinks are apple juice and Solo cans, likely just for Eric and Yan, Anti assumes. Many Ipliers can drink even though their creator, Mark, cannot, but then again, they are all affected very differently by it. He scratches his chin, "Just spike my apple juice with vodka and be done with it. I'm not into this fancy shit like you might be," they turn around to Marvin, who has wide eyes. "I didn't even get to ask." He pouts, crossing his arms and popping out his hip. Anti sighs. "Fine then. Ask away, pussy cat."

The magician beams, platform heels clicking against the pristine tiles as he walks over and starts making a passionfruit martini. "Isn't this just the best, glitchy? So lavish and grand! And all this expensive alcohol! I wish I could live here all the time."

"Then live here. At least the Ipliers could actually financially support your pricey ass." Mavin turns to the glitch with a loud laugh, sipping his drink. "You're going to be wasted by the end of the night, you're lucky your stupid boyfriend is able to handle you."

"You're hilarious, you know that? And yes, I plan on getting wasted! Between you and me," He leans in to whisper, "These guys are way too much to handle sober." Leaning away with a laugh when Anti actually snorts, he pats them on the back. "In all seriousness, though... I know you don't like them, and we all know they don't exactly like you; just... do your best tonight. You know we brothers will back you up," Marvin flips his hair and turns around, "Good luck, glitch!" Walking away. They grimace in Marvin's direction before turning back and staring at the apple juice. Bloody magician, thinking he knows them... although... getting wasted doesn't sound like such a bad idea anymore. It would be much easier dealing with the Ipliers that way, too... especially since he was supposed to sit next to, "No fancy speeches edgelord?"

He turns around to meet eyes with Dark, who is dressed up in an expensive-looking suit, as always. The only difference between this one and his usual suit is that this one is either new or rarely worn. He supposes that if he mentioned anything about it, the shade would rant about how it's made from silk and diamonds or some shit. There are shiny red roses patterned on the inside of the jacket. Custom-made? His shoes are freshly polished, which the glitch can smell; his hair is not only combed but jelled, eyeliner newly drawn, and... has he eaten a mint?

"Not yet, no. I deemed it more appropriate not to make a grand entrance; this is, after all, only a simple dinner party." He steps forward, walking around the glitch, picking up a wine glass in the self-important way Anti had come to expect from the other demon, and pouring the red wine only halfway. "Simple, my ass. It's obvious you're trying to impress someone." They grumble quietly to themself, loud enough so that Dark could hear over the chatter echoing in the room but quiet enough to make it look like they don't want him to. "So, who ARE you trying to impress?" He turns to the other, arms crossed, as he leans against the island. "Who are you trying to drive away?" He combats, looking Anti over before taking a large sip of his wine.