INSPIRED BY THE 'LOONA THE CARETAKER' SERIES by METALBRONY823:
When the Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P) are called in to kill a target from Hell, Loona the hellhound finds a lost human boy snooping on them.
Suddenly guilty of harming him, she...
Things in Hell were going rather smoothly now that everything had calmed down for a little while longer.
It was now halfway through the weekend, and Loona was fast asleep in her bed. Even without an honest day's work at I.M.P, from Blitzø's over-fatherly love to Moxxie's criticism, she still felt like a good morning sleep-in as usual.
Around 8:30am on Sunday morning, Balin peaked his head inside Loona's room, seeing her sleep so peacefully as he then entered with a warm smile and a tray of breakfast.
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A/N: Imagine if there were three of these adorable pancakes
This breakfast was three pancakes shaped like dog bones, drizzled with white chocolate and a flower on the side, served a cup of coffee.
Balin knew that her heightened senses of smell and hearing could easily wake her up, so he gently served her the breakfast-in-bed like she was a patient in a hospital bed and left her to sleep once more until she was ready to wake up.
A few seconds later, Loona picked up the delicious scent and slowly woke up to see the warm fluffy pancakes right in front of her, before seeing Balin who was still in her room, picking up some of her clothes and neatly organising them in her closet.
"Morning there, Meal." she smiled.
"Oh. Good morning, Loona." Balin smiled back as he looked at her.
"Hmm..." she then looked at the pancake breakfast. "Did you make this? For me?"
"Mm-hmm." the boy nodded once with a happy look on his face.
"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" she then asked in some concern.
"No, I'm safe." replied Balin. "I made these pancakes just as you taught me to make toast."
"Meh, that's different. But, that's literally so 'sweet' of you anyway." Loona then chucked at her own joke, as she then looked around her bedroom. "What made you wanna make me this? And clean up my room a little?"
"I figured since you told me to worry about Stella and her evil gang," explained Balin. "I'd keep myself busy with being a kid. By doing some chores and having fun."
"Okay. Sounds cool." said Loona. "And what's this chore?" *teasingly* "Feeding your pet?"
"What? No!" exclaimed Balin in a flush. "Just, preparing today's breakfast for us. I've already had mine."
"That's good. So, what's my breakfast?" the hellhound asked as she was about to sip her cup of coffee.
"Buttermilk pancakes with white chocolate, a baby sunflower on the side, and some of that coffee-flavoured milk from the fridge all heated up." the boy presented each meal to Loona.
Hearing that, Loona did almost cringe a little from the temperature of the coffee, only being half as hot as it was when it came from the fridge.
"Well, thanks, sweetie." she smiled again. "I love it."
