The world's most powerful mage felt girly.
Balthazar was gone on an errand today, and as such, Dave was hanging out with Becky and Veronica. Not that he didn't have anything else to do, but…he'd promised them he'd come over and see the apartment sometime, so here he was, curled up with a huge tub of whipped cream on one side of the couch as Beck and Nica curled up under a blanket on the other, looking altogether too sweet for words.
Why did he feel girly? Well…They were watching Moulin Rouge.
…He was teary-eyed. And it was only the beginning of the movie-it had been the line, 'the woman I love…dead…'
By the time Balthazar stopped off to pick Dave up, the brunet had finished off several tubs of cream and was working on another, Nica asleep with her hand in Becky's hair. The blond let himself in, freezing in his place when his eyes landed on his apprentice practically fellating a spoon full of Cool Whip. Wide, innocent eyes flicked over to him, lighting up as he was spotted. "Bal!" Dave dropped a kiss on the top of each girl's head and stood, walking over to Balthazar, still carrying the spoon and whip cream, tilting his head up for a quick kiss before going to put the sweet away and the spoon in the sink.
His master stared after, deciding he had to get some of that, quickly-he'd had the almost sickly sweet, and seeing his lover eat it, well… It made it more appealing, especially when the thought entered his mind to smear it across the other.
Hmm. Happy boyfriend, delicious turnout. He didn't see a downside.