Day 2 ----->ᶜᵃⁿᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖˡᵉˢ/ᵏⁱˢˢᵉˢ
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬
To be honest, I had no idea what to do with this one but still, I have even more writing block when it comes to the other prompt thus I didn't really had the choice lmao.
So yeah welcome to this very ooc, fluffy and silly one-shot with whatever the fuck this plot is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ all I can say is "idk they bicker and love each other"
There's isn't really a trigger warning here just blood probably idk
Enjoy it please I know it's awfully bad but really I beg you-
Also
I was too lazy to Google any recipes on how to make an in quote perfect/proper candied apples as I just based myself on what me and my cousin have made once with measuring based on our ancestors' feelings thus it's more tangulu than candied apples lol sorry not sorry. Plus the recipe isn't there. Again. Sorry not sorry.
Oh and to add, Husk is malagasy because I want to
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Alastor was never the one to be known for appreciating sweets or delicacies that had to do with sugar.
For insistance, whenever Lucifer would cook his famous duck shaped pancakes or when Husk would made his sweet and spicy alcoholic drinks, he would usually coats his own part with vinegar ("vinegar?? Vinegar OF ALL THINGS??" Sometimes Vaggie would say, completely flabbergasted by his lack of taste) or salt, his tooth not used to candy or sugary cream.
And, as you could see, despite being judged for those horrendous mixes, Alastor supported more the concoction than it was originally.
"The dude upstairs be damned if that freak would even wants a block of sugar in his bitter old ass coffee." Husk grumbled slightly, cleaning off a few bottles of booze that was laying on the counter while Angel, still half asleep yet glued on his phone, nodded absently, his finger instinctively muting every messages Valentino kept sending him which was almost every two minutes.
"C'mon Husky, Smiles's just that of a picky eater that's all. I mean, yeah sure this dude eats pancakes with liver. Liver! But-! He isn't that horrible once you know the context-"
"Didn't he put pepper in your homemade Pana Cotta when you have made one that time?" Husk asked as he couldn't hide the smug grin when he was Angel's grip on his phone getting tighter while a vein was threatening to pop up just above his frowning eyebrows and clenched smile.
"It's__!" Angel started but then his teeth clenched before he sighed dramatically, his four arms limping on the counter. Husk couldn't help but move out one of it delicately, cringing a bit at the recently cleaned up counter.
Then Angel broke. "No but you're right! I really don't understand this guy- how? HOW?? How can you be SO repulsed of something that isn't salty or spicy?? Fuck, even when it's about sex Smile's not even that iffy towards it-!" The spider complained, frowning deeply all the way.
Husk raised an eyebrow with slight Inquisitor at him while sorting a few bottles of whisky and wine from a recent delivery from one of the overlord of the pride ring that specialized himself in alcoholic drinks. The four armed demon was about to continue his ramblings until someone else piped in, their voice groggy.
"Technically Alastor's libido is pretty much a fifty fifty. Or a roulette wheel. I know from experience."
Completely ignoring his own double edged words, Lucifer sat on the other disponible chair next to Angel quite heavily, his six wings hanging lazily from his back as they almost reach the ground but the monarch didn't even seemed to mind it the slightest. He slightly rubbed his face out of tiredness as Angel's eyes widened a bit but soon his flirty and smug persona came back as he leaned furthermore to the counter, much to Husk's disagreement as the cat demon's tail puffed slightly.
