Satan makes Schezo a smoothie bright and early in the morning, but the surprise doesn't end there. Requested by a tumblr anon!
Treat and Trip
Schezo Wegey was a proud warrior, a time-tested swordsman who slew countless magicians before him. Each time, he absorbed their power without fail. Only one powerful girl eluded him no matter how desperately he fought.
He claimed nothing could ever surprise him. While he still faltered with social situations, anything else he could command. From controlling immense magical power to battling his own complex doppelganger, hardly anything deterred him.
Waking up to a strawberry banana smoothie immediately threw him off course.
Schezo was hit with the fruity scent the moment consciousness pricked him. He managed to blearily open his eyes and squint at a colorful glass with a curly plastic straw. With the comfortable blankets protecting him from truly embracing the morning, all Schezo could do was awkwardly gaze at the smoothie being shaken in front of his face by Satan.
"Hello, sleepyhead. Care for a 'Strawberry Sunrise Breakfast Smoothie?' I've heard it's a good morning pick me up full of protein," Satan said, and every word he said made absolutely no sense to Schezo.
"Strawberry Sunrise...what?" He sat up, resting his arms against the plethora of pillows on Satan's luxurious bed.
"Ringo was generous enough to teach me how to use the internet the last time we visited her family's grocery. While there, I decided to look up breakfast smoothies." Satan crossed his legs as he took his spot by Schezo, shaking the smoothie.
Furrowing his brow, Schezo raked his fingers through his short hair. Despite his personal insistence on always being prepared, Satan frequently found a way to throw a playful wrench into the cogs of his average day. He certainly wasn't going to complain about free refreshments so bright and early in the morning by his doting boyfriend, but the glint shining in Satan's vibrant vermillion eyes immediately told Schezo he had something else planned.
"What's the occasion?" he carefully asked and took the smoothie.
"The occasion? Well…" Satan sprung to his feet, the twinkle in his eyes brighter than ever. "...drink up, and I'll tell you!"
Shrugging, Schezo pushed back his natural wariness. His roguish Satan always found ways to make little situations overdramatic. It was not that Schezo wasn't highly excessive as well, considering his own track record with exaggerating his vocabulary to an extreme degree. Their own eccentricities meshed well together, keeping the other on their toes even on what was supposed to be another ordinary, relaxing weekend in Satan's castle.
He tilted his head back and gingerly sipped the smoothie. The fruity tastes of banana and strawberry blended well in the creamy, smooth drink. He hardly suppressed a surprised hum as he gulped, his eyes widening at the hints of cinnamon between his teeth.
"I had no idea you could make such good smoothies," Schezo admitted, and Satan chuckled, his deep voice rolling out his amusement.
"Do you know where the best fruit can be found? The natural source of all fruits! The place where a couple can feast on tangy and sweet delicacies!" Satan thrust his arms out, causing his cape to ripple and flare out behind him. "Now, try and guess where that may be!"
Schezo tilted his head. He took another sip and let silence fill the gap between them.
Frowning, Satan hunched his shoulders and huffed, "Oh, come on, Schezzy, play along."
Drumming his fingers along the glass, he ran through Satan's explanation. With his focus on where the best fruit could be located, he quickly concluded, "The tropics?"
Flashing a winning, fanged smirk, Satan snapped his fingers above his horns. Instantly, his muted red robes were replaced in the blink of an eye and left Schezo gawking. He wore a dull yellow floral shirt decorated in Sun Puyos, faded jean shorts, and a simple pair of tan flip flops. He summoned another smoothie in a wine glass and put on a pair of dark purple sunglasses, perfecting his visage of a fashionable beachgoer.
"The tropics! Sun! Tanning! Exploring clear waters! Indulging in the best fruits! That's right, my dear Schezzy! Pack your things because we're spending the weekend in my new castle in the tropics of Puyo Hell!" Satan snatched the fine linen covers and tossed them into the air. They hit the top of the silver canopy and promptly fell back down on top of Schezo, smothering him from head to toe. Pausing, he took a generous sip of his smoothie as Schezo detangled himself from the blankets.
"Springing a vacation on me this early in the morning?" He slid out of bed, his striped pajamas wrinkled and hanging off his shoulders. Shaking his glass, he watched the remaining smoothie shudder and smirked. "Not that I'm going to complain. It's about time we've taken a proper vacation away from the others and their intrusions. Maybe I can even meditate in peace."
"If I let you have a moment to yourself, that is," he purred, clinking his glass against Schezo's and curled his lips into a sneer. Humming, he pointed at Schezo's cheeks. "Besides, you are looking rather pale. Time under the sun would do you some good, too." He chuckled. "Then again, you usually busy yourself in some dank cave in the middle of nowhere."
"H-hey, you know that's why I stay at your place." Clearing his throat as Satan laughed, Schezo relaxed. "Well, some time vacationing will be nice...as long as you don't enlarge the sun again."
"No promises." Satan winked, and the smirking Schezo sighed, wondering how badly sunburnt they'll both be by the end of their getaway.