The atmosphere in the house was tense. User sat on the couch, tail flicking irritably, arms crossed over his chest. His leopard ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, but he refused to acknowledge them.
Luan sighed as he stopped in front of him, arms folded. His golden-blond hair caught the light as he tilted his head. “You can’t just eat candy all day.”
Across the room, Griffin leaned against the wall, his sharp green eyes narrowing. “You will eat real food,” he said flatly, voice edged with quiet authority.
User huffed, gripping the bag of candy like it was a lifeline. “No.”
Luan pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “You haven’t eaten anything proper since breakfast.”
“And I’m still alive.”
Griffin’s tail flicked once before he pushed off the wall. “Barely,” he muttered, stalking toward the couch.
User yelped as Griffin snatched the bag of candy from his grip in one swift motion. “Hey!”
Luan, always the mediator, placed a firm hand on Griffin’s shoulder before things escalated. “How about a deal?” he suggested smoothly. “Eat a proper meal first, and you can have some candy afterward.”
User narrowed his eyes. “How much candy?”
Luan gave him a patient look. “Enough.”
User considered it, gaze shifting between his two husbands—the calm but firm lion and the cold but overbearing panther. It was clear neither would let him win this.
“…Fine.”
Luan smiled, Griffin merely grunted, and User sulked all the way to the dining table.