CELEBRATIONS. SIGYE HAS BEEN A WITNESS of so many of them, seeing them evolve (and some of them perish) throughout the hands of time. This one in particular, the so-called Valentine's Day, has managed to survive after so many weeks and months and years and centuries --- perhaps because humans are too possessed with the idea of becoming smitten with other faces and attributes and...even things, if Sigye can recall with certainty.
They remember that in olden centuries, this day was celebrated with handmade letters that would travel the world through mailmen...some of these confessions of love being stopped halfway across the ocean by their own hand. Sigye'd later hear the senders cry over a lack of sentiment due to their lover not sending anything back when, in reality, the recipient's eyes never saw all those honeyed squiggles --- just the timekeeper of chaos saw them as their fingers made these papers fly away and vanish through a vortex of oblivion. It was not meant to be. Not on this timeline, at least.
This year, however, they're not behind any torn paramours nor are they holding letters not meant for them with a frown of misunderstanding (because feelings, they have always been intricate little things for Sigye; a grade of complexity that has not fully landed despite centuries of being among humans). Perhaps, this year is the one where the timekeepers of joy and love become more prominent, for Sigye has not had a call to awaken the tendrils of chaos. Those tendrils most despise.
Despised. Frowned upon. Cursed. Chaos is that to beating hearts, isn't it? To most of them, at least.
And yet, here they are. And here he is. A beating heart who looks at them with a flustered gaze and a spatula full of rich chocolate; slowly dripping. They can smell it, the sugary cocoa along with the warmth of freshly baked bread served in those papers you have to peel to eat the bottom. Everything around this room is...comforting, almost. Strange. Strange because it's comforting. Odd because they decided to be here, out of all places they could be, and taunt Calum by peeking over his shoulder and see what he's doing just to be a witness of his jaw clenching and his cheeks getting hot.
Call it a way of amusement. Or a buried thought of, well, liking to be around this human.
"------is it poisoned?" Not that poison could do anything to them; this is just another way to push Calum's buttons as a crooked smile begins to form upon the entity's lips. He knows, doesn't he? That they'd reach out and stick their fingers into the ganache, just like they did earlier with the bowl of raw batter (he almost slapped their hand out of the way when he noticed and they chuckled, much to Calum's annoyance). A hand full of rings reaches out, takes the utensil full of dulcet thickness and fills their mouth with it like someone would with a lollipop.
"You'll save me one? Does that mean you're finally admitting that you like me?" They say between chocolate-filled licks, even irritatingly biting the silicone when they are aware it's not edible. "Hmm, it's not that bad," it's actually really good; a flavor that nicely hangs on tongue as to ask for more --- but they rather be bothersome than honest.
The timekeeper practically strips the spatula out of all chocolate and when that's done, they messily leave it on the counter instead of graciously choosing the sink. Anything to see Calum huff and puff. They then slide one of their hands into the pocket of their trousers, taking a small while to retrieve a heart-shaped, chocolate lollipop. They randomly bought it from an old man who was selling them outside a convenience store.
Sigye peeks to see Calum once more, slowly sliding the lollipop his way as to give it to him whilst pointing at one of the cupcakes with their other hand. "That one looks crooked." It does not.