[Doppio's diet has noticably changed since his transformation. He's no longer prone to absentmindedly munching on beef jerky — at least, not since the incident. It turns out that demons are incredibly averse to salt, and ingesting the substance is especially abhorrent. And a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, and so Diavolo has spent more than his fair share of time scrutinizing the ingredients of all the various foods that crossed into their apartment. It's excessive, perhaps, but Doppio's memory for the details can be faulty. This is a far easier mission than most... but having one of them suddenly compromised is an ordeal he'd like to avoid.
Even if the enemy compromising them is a reasonably salty batch of popcorn.
And so, noting Doppio's slightly confused glance at the snacks... Diavolo will have the honor, he supposes, of taste-testing both buckets.]
Don't be careless, Doppio. I need you to be at your best.
[His scolding is punctuated by a crunch. And then another. Ah, there's the salt. Diavolo quickly yanks that bucket into his lap. The sweet is quite nice, though. He may yet sneak another bite of that.
...coexisting like this is still strange. He'll put that out of his mind, for now.]
sweet doppio...
Even if the enemy compromising them is a reasonably salty batch of popcorn.
And so, noting Doppio's slightly confused glance at the snacks... Diavolo will have the honor, he supposes, of taste-testing both buckets.]
Don't be careless, Doppio. I need you to be at your best.
[His scolding is punctuated by a crunch. And then another. Ah, there's the salt. Diavolo quickly yanks that bucket into his lap. The sweet is quite nice, though. He may yet sneak another bite of that.
...coexisting like this is still strange. He'll put that out of his mind, for now.]