Zeraph nuzzled at her paw as it whopped at his muzzle playfully. Then he ducked his head under hers, his fuzzy, thick, fur acting as an extremely soft pillow if she chose to use it.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Of course...what would the bet be...? </span><br/><br/><br/>Demi's face dropped a little, drool already starting up in his mouth. He hadn't had 'home cooked' food in soooo long a-and...pizza........<br/><br/>"N...h-h-hey!" He shouted as the other walked in to the kitchen.<br/>He quickly followed, stumbling over his own feet several times but remaining on them.<br/><br/>"I-if your using my ingredients you gotta shareeee." He growled, sounding half pleading as he ran in to the kitchen. Though being covered in dirt and bruises didn't really make him seem like he fit there, he kinda needed a shower.