Marvin positions the book to balance on top of his arm as he reads through it.
"Similar ingredients. That's convenient."
"Thankfully."
Anti comments to himself mainly, but he manages to get a few grunts of agreement.
"What's the hold up?"
You lift your eyes away from Anti and direct them towards Marvin.
"No, no. Sorry guys."
Marvin starts talking, and your mind races to reasons what he could be sorry about.
"Only two people meant to be around the circle."
"I'll stay."
Dark pipes up, looking a bit too happy to be doing a spell.
"Just the spell."
Wilford pokes fun a little, standing up and already making his way towards an exit.
"Come on."
You tap Anti's shoulder to signify that you were okay with this.
"But I wanted to see."
Anti stands up anyway, and lets you lead the way, making a show of sulking.
After you push open the exit door, you immediately heard the other two, Dark and Marvin, chatting amongst themselves... and their conversation definitely didn't resolve around the spell, or any spell as a matter of fact.
"What now?"
Anti tries his best to stop the door from slamming too loud, but ultimately fails. He flinches slightly at the noise.
"Burgers anyone?"
Wilford suggests, shrugging his shoulders in the process.
"We don't need to eat."
Anti confidentiality replies.
"But it's fun."
Wilford leans his shoulder against the building, obviously expecting this to become a long argument.
"It's... kind of disgusting."
Anti pulls a grossed out face for a split second.
"Feeling the mushy stuff go down your throat-"
Wilford starts explaining, smiling when Anti starts to shake his head in disagreement.
"And then it coming out of your-"
"As I said! Disgusting!"
Anti interrupts, crossing his arms and looking away.
"Either way, you're part human now. I'm guessing you need to eat?"
Wilford pushes himself off the building.
"...No."
Anti stubbornly stays in his position.
"How long ago was it when you ate?"
You move so that Anti could look at you without having to look at Wilford.
"I don't need to eat, Y/n."
Anti assures you, his face softening slightly.
"Sure you do!"
Wilford loudly exclaims.
"I bet you're craving something right now, but something's stopping you from eating. What is it?"
"Nothing, I'm not hungry.... because I don't need to eat."
Anti confirms, much more annoyed than usual.
"As far as I'm aware, you weren't always a demon like Dark was."
Wilford presses on, taking small but confident steps towards Anti.
"So that means you did once need to eat... what changed your mind?"
"I don't need to eat!"
Anti yells, looking Wilford in the face with anger.
"How did you die, Anti?"
Wilford finally asks.
Your curiosity made you bite your tongue and listen out for an answer.
"I don't need to tell you anything. Piss off!"
Anti bitterly pushes Wilford away, who smirks in amusement.
"Sore subject? We can exchange stories if you want."
The angel offers, not really expecting an agreement.
"Anorexia."
Anti eventually mutters, hugging his small figure. He looked so much smaller now.
"But it's a lot more complicated than that. There's a lot more that could have killed me, but that was the way I chose to die."
"Explain."
Wilford swipes his arm across a flat surface as if to clean it, then proceeds to sit on it.
"Then I will."
You silently make your way towards a wall. You sit on the ground, leaning against the wall, and listen to the tales about to unfold.
