Sasha crosses their arms over their chest and sulks mightily. Does he think this is some kind of game? There is nothing more serious than break- fast. Nevermind that Sasha thinks breakfast is fifty quid of artisan chocolate. Nevermind that eating all of that would have just given them a tummy ache anyway.
“That isn’t fair.”
“It was delicious, if that helps.”
He was positive that did absolutely nothing to resolve their bitterness. Charon might have just said it to see how long this pout session would last. He could see the way someone could surrender to the act from an objective view - it was rather endearing.
Practically immune to every beg, plea and guilt trip after eons of enduring it, Charon felt adamantly against their brattiness (even though he was the one at fault here).
