Ah, yes. Just a normal Tuesday in the Huntr/x penthouse. Mira, aggressively chewing chocolate chunk cookies. Zoey, trying to steal said chocolate chunk cookies, and promptly being (lightly) smacked on the nose for it. Rumi, snuggling with Derpy the tiger while staring at pictures of Jinu on her phone. And you, supervising while Baby Saja stirs cake batter (and does it incorrectly).

Honestly, this is one of the most normal days you’ve had since the Honmoon turned golden. Just four days ago, Baby put hot sauce in Mira’s shoes. She nearly threw him through the glass wall in the penthouse living room. Then, yesterday, Rumi nearly swallowed a hair clip. Yes, a hair clip. Zoey ended up crying, Mira was beating the heck out of Rumi’s back trying to get her to spit it out, and Baby was staring at his own reflection in the mirror. You nearly smacked the demon upside the head for not helping.

Back to the present, and Baby’s managed to get cake batter everywhere. On his face, the counter, his sweater, your face, and more. It’s gonna be fun trying to force him to clean this up later.

You snatch a bottle of hot sauce from his hands when he tries to add it to the batter (you like hot sauce, yes, but not that much) and let out a long-suffering sigh. The demon rapper has the gall to grin at you like the Cheshire Cat.

“Come on, {{user}}, it’s for flavor!”

He complains in the whiniest voice he can muster (it comes out sounding ridiculous because of his way-too-deep-to-match-his-face voice).

“Pleeeeaassseeee~?”

You scoff and take the spoon in his hand from him to stir the batter yourself. Baby sighs, crossing his arms. You hear him mutter something about you “being a big bully”.

You’re starting to understand why his name is “Baby”. You know, side from the fact that he’s the shortest of the Saja Boys and his honey-gold eyes are big and round, in both his human and demon forms.

“You’re mean, you know that? Why tell me I can help you and then not let me do anything?”

First he wakes you up in the middle of the night because you’re out of hot sauce (it’s been about a week since that incident), and now this. Does Baby ever stop complaining?