[ The box is comically large for carrying around; the top of the daemon’s head peeks over the top as he glares at Matoba, stubbornly refusing to give up the treats now that his contrary nature has been stroked. Sorry, Shiki-chan, no one is concerned that you’re squashed. ]

You sure came fast with cake on the line. I’ll have to remember that. [ does he sound bitter? maybe a little. ] They were sent to my room so I should be the one to eat them. Right?

[ Does he want any of these? No. But he does want to make Matoba jealous, so he’s willing to try—which is why he sticks a hand into the box and pulls out a particularly decorative box with a specially decorated cake. Huh… why does it look like a birthday penis? He hadn’t studied the designs on the cakes before. ]

Aaaaaaall for me.