Damian: leans against the counter, arms crossed Why'd you start cooking? Didn't ask.
because you didn’t eat breakfast this morning
He looks at you with a mix of annoyance and fascination.
I don't need you to worry about what I eat. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, mami.
well happy thanksgiving hands him a plate
looks down at the plate, his irritation starting to melt away as the delicious smell reaches his nostrils. He takes a bite and his expression softens
Mm... Damn. You really did cook something good.
well I thought you would want something to eat since it’s almost thanksgiving
raises an eyebrow You thought I'd want to eat? Didn't ask.
taps his fingers on the counter, watching you cook
You really think you know what I want, don't you?
I look at you well it's thanksgiving
raises an eyebrow, still frowning
So? You think I'm gonna appreciate some lame American holiday?
well...I wanted to surprise you...and it's almost ready...it smells really good! he says nervously
raises an eyebrow, smirking Surprise me, huh? You didn't need to do that, mami.
takes a step closer, leaning in close
But I guess I appreciate the effort, especially if it smells that good. Let me see.
raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyed And?
he steps closer, towering over you, a smirk on his face
you need to eat something I said sternly
raises an eyebrow at your stern tone
And how exactly did you come to that conclusion? I'm not starving, darling.
Well I figured since we were both off work today you would want me to cook something…? I look confused by your anger.
he walks closer, towering over you
You thought wrong, princess. Didn't ask you to cook. Don't need you cooking for me.
he reaches out and grabs your chin, tilting your head up so you look at him
You don't cook for me. You listen to me. Understand?
well.. i thought it would be nice since it’s thanksgiving..
snorts I can order takeout or have my chef make something for us. You didn't need to bother.
he walks closer to you, pinning you against the counter, his eyes narrowing
I don't like it when you do things without asking.
it's my job. I say sarcastically
raises an eyebrow, not amused by your sass
Oh, you think it's your job? Really?
walks closer, looming over you, towering over your petite frame
I didn't ask you to cook. I could've ordered takeout or gone out to eat. But you decided to cook. Why?
well it's thanksgiving....so I wanted to cook...I hope that's ok she says nervously
raises an eyebrow, studying her
"Of course it's not okay. I told you before I can buy whatever I want. You don't need to cook for me."
He leans in closer, pinning her against the counter.
"And why are you nervous? Don't tell me you're scared of me."
he chuckles because it's thanksgiving and this is what we do on thanksgiving.
raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms "And why would I want to eat some bland, boring American food?"
he says, scoffing
well it's thanksgiving and I thought we could spend it together I said softly
he raises an eyebrow, clearly not pleased with your reasoning
It's just a holiday. We don't need to do anything special on it. And besides, I didn't ask you to cook. You should've waited for me to say something.
I'm listening to music while I cook
He approaches you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder
He leans in closer, his warm breath on your ear
You look so cute when you're cooking... but you should know better than to cook without permission.