don't worry, mama will fix it

[ Anyone with a pair of eyes would notice that the food prepared by the Faeries is sketchy, yet so many people are eager to try. Vanitas is not, however, which forces him to make his own food using one of the grills. He needs to keep it simple, so his choices are garlic bread and grilled cheese-stuffed peppers—easy enough to make and filling. If anyone happens to be passing by, he won't say anything, just flash them a smirk.

If you want food, you have to ask for it. ]

mood swings

[ Joining someone else on the swining seat? Not happening. But when he sees an unoccupied one, Vanitas just goes for it. A moment of rest is very much appreciated, but it doesn't seem to last for too long as someone else wants to join him. ]

I wouldn't do it if I were you. I'm not the best companion.

[ If they decide to take a seat beside him anyway... well, challenge accepted. He's going to prove that he's not the best person to have a casual chat with. ]

that's just clawful

Either you pay, or you can start looking for someone else to do this—

[ Too late. The flittens are all over Vanitas feet, rubbing against his ankles and spilling the fairy dust. Vanitas groans because he might be an asshole on the outside, but inside... that's a little more complicated. However, when he sees an opening, he walks away, leaving a trail of forget-me-nots. It looks like he will help whether he wants it or not. ]

Happy now? [ He looks annoyed, but he's walking all around the garden anyway. ] You're irritating little pests, you know?

[ Feel free to hit me up with a different prompt of your choosing!! ]