"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."
"well, I'm glad you like it. I'll have to find more deserts to make." He smiled slightly and offered spook a bit of his cream on his finger. "This is all you get dear. Nothing more."
Spooks meowed and licked up the ice cream happily.
Simon scowled at her. “Turn down the charm, missy. He’s very gullible.”
"but that's what makes her so adorable." Raz whiled, pulling his hand back and shaking his head. "That was because I felt that Jack shoved you before, but no more. We don't want you getting sick." He said, nudging her head before going back to his desert.
Simon smiled when Razielle began rationalizing giving spooks some ice cream. “All the same. She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
Raz nodded and waved a hand "oh definitely, since the beginning. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled sweetly and glanced up at Simon. "Don't act as if they don't have the same effect on you."
“You have the same effect on me,” Simon said under his breath. “And I hate it.” He didn’t reply to Razielle’s comment, just ate another bite of souffle.
Raz arched an eyebrow at hearing Simon's mumbling but thought nothing of it as he finished off his dessert. He huffed a satisfied sigh and relaxed on the floor, watching as spooks pawed at his sleeve. "Needy little creature." He murmured affectionately, gently rubbing her cheeks
Spooks meowed and sat on Razielle’s lap, curling her tail around her feet.
Simon watched with an amused expression, then got up and put their dishes in the in the sink, and the leftover pizza in the fridge.
"oh you are definitely feeding my weak point for fluffy cuddly beings." Raz muttered with a laugh as he curled a wing around Spook. He watched a bit of the movie, lazily petting the cat in his laps. "Thank you." He glanced up as Simon moved and took their plates away.
“Yeah,” Simon said, then sat back down. “I have a question for you. . . but I don’t. . . want to, um, overstep, I guess.”
Raz tilted his head curiously and straightened. "I think we've over stepped each other's boundaries a few times now." He replied with a shrug. "Besides, how weird can it be, I've heard a lot of weird things before. Go ahead."
Simon frowned. "That doesn't make me feel better." He shifted slightly. "I just wondered. . . why you decided to help me. I wasn't very nice to you. And of course, I apologize for that, but it didn't help my case."
Raz thought for a moment, head resting on his arm. "Well, at first it was to get away from you as fast as possible. I thought if I could get you to the Diety, you'd be delt with and I'd be able to get home." He glanced away and shrugged. "But when you mentioned Anielle's death, and when the Diety's disappeared, I felt guilty for wanting to pretend like everything was so simple."
“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Simon said quietly. “You had every right to be mad at me. And to want to get rid of me. Sorry. Just- forget I ever asked.”
Raz shook his head, flicking his gaze up. "I don't feel like that now. I want you to come back to heaven. If I'm being honest, I'm gonna miss this after we do go back. It's been interesting." He laughed softly "i don't think that's possible. You make that very hard to do."
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Simon said, crossing his arms. “It didn’t sound very nice.”
Raz waved a hand and shook his head "I'm just saying you make it hard to forget our little conversations." He shrugged and looked back up as the Movie came to an end
“Why? Because I’m so memorable?” Simon scowled at him, his posture defensive.
"considering you're one of the only angels I've talked with in length, yes you are memorable." Tax replied, slightly confused as Simon shifted his position. "Is there something wrong with it?"
“Yes! It’s embarrassing,” Simon said as he picked another movie, keeping his gaze averted.