Simon hid a grin, happy that Razielle was so excited about his dessert. “Never had it before.” Razielle’s excitement was adorable, but Simon wasn’t about to say that to him. “Of course it’s good. Have you ever had bad frozen pizza. That isn’t a thing.”
Raz's jaw dropped as Simon confessed to never having a Suffle. "Are you serious?!" He shook his head and set his plate on the table. "Well then I chose a great time to make it." He stood from the table and headed over to the ramikins he had set aside. He put them in a tray, making it better to transfer them all to the oven. "Think of a chocolaty cloud, that's basically a souffle. Add some ice cream and it's literally heaven."
Simon smiled fully now, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Is it really this exciting?" he asked, the amusement in his tone evident. "You're so silly."
He nodded enthusiastically, fluffy hair flopping about. "Well, i think it is. I honestly can't think of anything better then settling down with a good desert, a good book, a blanket and a fire at the end of a long day." He hovered his hand over the open oven to check the heat before pushing the tray if ramikin inside. "Am not!" He argued, a grin plastered on his features. "I just have an unhealthy love for sweets."
"Clearly," Simon said, finishing his slice of pizza and taking another. He didn't bother to argue the fact that there were a lot of things better than dessert, letting Razielle amuse himself.
Raz wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out playfully at Simon before settling back down. He finished off the first slice of pizza and pulled over another one, surprised to find that quite enjoyed the frozen pizza that much. He pulled off a small slice of pepperoni from the slice and tire it into smaller pieces, passing it to Spook and Jack.
Jack shoved Spooks out of the way and snatched up the pepperoni.
Simon picked Spooks up and held her in front of him. "Is he being mean to you? I know, darling."
Spooks meowed and tilted her head.
"You sit on my lap so he doesn't bother you, okay, chica?"
Spooks seemed to agree with this plan of action and curled contentedly on Simon's lap.
Raz scooped Jack up and gave him a teasing glare. "Such a rude kitty, aren't you? I didn't know how ruthless you'd be when it came to food." He nuzzled Jack's cheek and breathed a sigh. "And here I thought you were a sweet kitty cat." He pouted and pressed a kiss to his nose. "No more pepperoni for you, not until you learn how to share with Spook."
"He doesn't know how to share. That word is not in his vocabulary," Simon said. Spooks let out a loud meow and Simon looked down at her. "Hush, darling. You're perfectly fine, cherie."
"it will be soon if he wants more food." He arched an eyebrow at Jack and gently nudged his head. He glanced over at Simon as he moved Jack to his shoulders. "Since when do you know how to speak French?" He asked curiously, slowly standin so Jack wouldn't fall and taking his plate to the kitchen sink
Simon smiled slightly. “I don’t know much French. Basically how to say ‘My name is Simon’ and how to flirt. Not very impressive.”
Spooks batted at his hand. “I see you, dear,” he cooed and scratched her head.
Raz shrugged "I mean I'd say that's pretty impressive. I don't know any French so you're at least impressing someone." He said, quickly checking on the souffles to make sure they were alright, jack puting his front paws on Raz's head so that he could sniff at the oven. "Ah ah ah, those aren't for you, mister."
Jack meowed, clearly disappointed.
Simon’s small smile grew. “*Merci, mon bel ange.”
Spooks abandoned Simon in favor of winding around Razielle’s ankles. “Really, why don’t you just move in with him?” Simon said to the cat.
Raz gave a confused smile, a light pink flush rising to his cheeks though he couldn't figure out whether it was because of his own embarrassment or because it was how much he liked hearing Simon speak such a lovely language. He gave Jack and apologetic scratch behind the ears and scooped spooks up. "Don't think I'll give you any dessert either, just because you're being extra cuddly, dear." He cooed, pressing a light kiss to the tip of her ear. "It would break my heart knowing I'd take you from your dad." He said, setting spooks and Jack back down on the ground so he could handle the tray of souffles withough having to worry about them sneaking bites
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind keeping her for a few days. You seem to like her just fine.” Spooks gave Jack a smug look and sat on the counter, her tail twitching.
Simon sat on the couch, crossing his legs and put the TV so it would stream. He turned on Marvel and burrowed under a blanket, resigning himself to the couch for the rest of the night.
"I do indeed." He scooped spooks up again and set her down, giving the cat a pointed look. "You stay down there darling." He instructed, carefully pulling the ramikins out of the little tray and setting them aside to cool. "You want ice cream?" He asked, glancing over at Simon laying down on the couch
"Uuuuuh, sure." Simon peered at the tv, tilting his head. "Why do you buy all of this stuff? I can grocery shop for myself."
Raz shrugged and found a spoon to start serving the ice cream. "Yeah but these were things you didn't have. Beisdes, you needed from stalk up in the fridge." He set the plates of ice cream aside and then brought over the rankings, carefully taking some with a towel so he didn't burn his fingers and set them carefully beside the ice cream.
"I do not. I just get food from the gas station. I have no reason to have stuff in my fridge." Simon frowned at Razielle. "You're mothering me again, you realize."
Raz pressed his lips into a thin line, but he knew Simon was right. "I'm sorry, you're right." He said, letting out a sigh and finding some spoons for the desert. It has become a habit for Raz to want to take care of those he cared for, whether it was his patients at the therapy office or the younger angels back up in heaven, he wanted them to feel cared for and safe at all times. Apparently now that extended to Simon and his cats. "I'll try not to that so often. Bad habits die hard." He shuffled over and settled on the floor in front of the couch, offering one of the plates to Simon
Simon bit his lip, trying to hide his smile. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, dear. I was just pointing it out.” He took the plate and poked the souffle, then scooped some out and inspected it.
He hugged a sigh, trying to hide his embarrassment at the nickname with mock annoyance. "Well now I'm self aware of it, thank you." He replied, turning away and dipping his spoon into the souffle then the ice cream, creating the perfect bite of decadent bittersweet chocolate with vanilla.
"You don't have to pretend to be annoyed, dear," Simon said, eating a bite of souffle. "I wasn't going to tell you to stop. Maybe just tone it down a little bit."
Raz ears turned a bright pink. Was he really that obvious? He curled in on himself and nodded slightly. "I'll try." He replied, slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. "How is it?" He asked after a bit, taking a peek over at Simon.
"Is good," Simon said, his gaze flicking to the TV then to Razielle. "I like it. And I'm not just saying that to make you happy." Spooks meowed at Simon's feet, giving him a pitiful look. "You're fine, whinebag."