Egghellions

“Any good Imp looks best in a tie, Kuro,” Taro complains to his boyfriend.

Kuro, meanwhile, is holding his two egghels. One creature sits in the palm of each of his hands, barely peeping out of their shells, glaring at Taro from the safety of them. Kuro’s own face is in a similar disposition, a frown of disappointment at his boyfriend’s suggestion. “They are eggs.”

“They are eggHELs,” Taro counters. 

“Where am I going to put a TIE on my ROUND, angry, slippery, eggHELs, is the question I am asking you, Taro. You are evading answering me by being pedantic because you know that your idea is ridiculous,” Kuro grumbles, eyes getting narrower by the minute. If he DIDN’T have two incredibly delicate little creatures in his palms, he would consider clenching his fists in aggravation. As it stands, that would result in either two crushed egghels or his fingers full of more bitemarks than they ALREADY sustain from these tiny, impossible beasts. These same creatures are the ones responsible for eating, destroying, and using his taxes as bedding this previous tax-season. He isn't exactly ready and willing to attempt to wrangle them well enough to wrap them up in a TIE of all things. "Besides, you are only saying that because YOU happen to like ties. Are YOU an imp, Taro?"

Taro drops his jaw, looking mock-offended that Kuro would even make such a suggestion. One of his purple-capped hands hands across his chest, pressing into the sweater that keeps him warm in the burrow yearround. "I happen to be someone who takes great pride... ha, in his fashion as much as he does his job. Unlike YOU you... washed up, dusty old man who thinks his priest-garments make good enough DAILY clothes. If anyone is going to know how to dress Gaki and Jiji, it would be me."

Kuro simply gives him a flat look. He extends Gaki toward Taro. The deviled egghel pops further out of it's cracked shell and lunges forward, more than ready to share in it's owners displeasure toward the situation and take a bite out of Taro. Taro flinches back, glares at the creature, but instead of retreating or standing down in his opinion he decides to reach up with a bowtie already prepped in his hands and smack it against the top of Gaki's shell. A folded piece of tape is ready on the back of the bow, adhering it to the surface of the shell. Kuro and Gaki both blink in reaction, too stunned for a moment to understand how to properly react. Kuro looks at Taro. Gaki looks at Kuro.

The egg-like imp looks absolutely ridiculous with a massive, purple bowtie intended for a DOLL taped upon it's head. Kuro drops his eyes down to Gaki to share a glare with him. "Gaki... you know where Taro sleeps, correct?" The imp nods. "You love me very much and are willing to show my boyfriend an EQUAL amount of love, correct?" ... The imp does not nod. It blinks at Kuro. The two glowing eyes within the shell narrow further, glaring at the priest. "Ah, allow me to correct myself. You will bite and rip up Taro's pajamas in his sleep if I release you, won't you?" The tiny, demonic imp seems much more into THIS idea than to showing either of the buns any sort of... 'love'. It rolls itself forward on it's egg-body, showing enthusiasm the way the creature knows best.

Kuro looks up at Taro with a smirk of satisfaction. Taro's jaw is almost on the floor in his own shock. "Oh... Oh that's i t. I'm bleaching your robes purple."

"You wouldn't DARE-"