An Odd Snack
Dante chooses to reveal his secret craving that isn't quite so normal
Author's Notes
If you don't wanna read this, don't but if you do, be mindful that he does crunch on some odd stuff but it isn't anything really bad.
It was hard to believe it, but Haro couldn't look away as their assigned Djubetos, DANTE was not only enjoying wine, but currently crunching on the bottle that- that COULD NOT be alright, then again they eat weirder shit right? It looked so secretive though, with the fact he had deliberately found the most secluded area of the apartment to do this, and Haro knocked on the wall gently, which caused the startled space lizard to cough and spit some of the glass up. "The hell are you spying on me for?!" Dante snapped, earning a sort of blank response from his handler.
"Oh uh... nothing, I just- found you? Hey, if you don't wanna be found, maybe don't pick my closet where I used to store my old boots, then?" Haro remarked with a small grin, however this made the djubetos groan in annoyance. Of course, why not just do it in the kitchen, no of course not. Never, though Dante was starting to clean up, licking any glass that hadn't really hit the floor up and crunching on it, unbothered by how sharp it was. This had become such a habit to him after all. "I wasn't picky at least with what I chose, and is it so wrong if I'm eating what you can't/won't? Think of it as a service, heathen. A good natured favor, and me testing the limits of myself... besides y'all waste wine just throwing out the bottle." He grumbled, hissing softly though it wasn't at all in some malicious manner, simply some abrasive temperament that Haro had gotten used to. And why shouldn't he feel it wasteful, tossing away the container that held the wine?
"Maybe, but if we did try to eat it we wouldn't survive as a species, you know deadly glass and all that. Inedible to people, but uh, guess you guys have no problems with that and other stuff. No need to hide this though, I've seen one of you guys just chug magnesium like some badass. I kid you not." Haro kinda snickered, though wiped away some small tear on his face and gave Dante a gentle pat on the shoulder. "If you wanna have your wine and eat your glass too, go ahead, just don't leave anything behind. I'd fancy not pulling it out of odd places later, stepping on it, you know- painful stuff for us normal, wimpy humans." He teased, watching Dante just shrug and gather his four other bottles.
"Yes very feeble, but you're lucky I appreciate your company... and advice. Next time bring me something really vintage, finely aged. Thats your apology for touching the handsome, well dressed merchandise Hanzo." He declared, making for the kitchen now with a spring in his step, eager to finish what he had started, drinking booze and crunching the bottles.