Your Muse Spots Mine get Slapped Across the face hard by Another, Put “OH HELL NO!” In my Ask box for my Muse’s reaction to seeign Your’s storm over and Intervene…Bonus Points if you can include what they do to the other for hitting my Muse..
It was a normal occurrence for people to come to Mordecai as he worked. They would ask directions to somewhere, as questions about the park, etc. etc. So when a couple girls came walking up, he didn’t think anything of it….
Till one of them suddenly slapped him across the face.
Frozen, the cerulean male stood in shock as he let the action sink in. But as seconds passed, the pain slowly began to grow worse. Fuck, this girl could slap. So focused on his now red cheek, he wasn’t even paying attention to the girl yelling at him about… offending her? What?
That’s when he heard another voice, mismatch eyes looking over to see Beelzebub walking over and looking furious. Uh-oh. “Woah woah woah.” He instantly stepped into the demon’s path, not caring as the girls ran off as soon as he looked away. “Calm down, dude. It was all a misunderstanding.” Even if he got slapped cause of it for no reason. “Don’t worry about it.”
"It’s only silly if you want it to be~" he hums happily and looks around, "This place is really pretty…" He mumbles before smiling wide, "We should have a picnic, it’s a beautiful day~" Beelzebub reaches over and picks up Mordecai’s hand, pressing it to his lips he kisses the finger tips of each finger, "Can we~? Please~?"
Mordecai’s cheeks colored as he looked away. He swore Beelzebub just liked getting him flustered… Though part of him wanted to believe the words. Stupid. The cerulean male looked back to the demon and blinked. “A picnic?” He repeated, cheeks coloring anew as his hand was taken and his fingers kissed. Well… he didn’t have anything else to do. “I… I guess.” He mumbled, looking away. “After I ice my cheek.”
Mentioning the injury made Beelzebub look at the cerulean male’s face again. “Oh…right…” The demon begins taking his gloves off “We should get you an ice pack. And stuff for the picnic!” Though, as long as he’s lived, he’s never actually had a picnic before. He walks closer to Mordecai dropping his hand and reaching out to his face seeming to about to poke it, “Does it hurt really bad? I have band aids….”