“Now there’s no need for that, pussy cat,” Dio soothed, swiping the phone out of Bast’s hand. He’d just delete the message, settle everything down, and find some chocolate sauce. He was directing the entertainment tonight, and he’d not included drama. Though good drama was fun. Maybe he’d reinstigate this little tiff later. After the nakedness.
Naked and angry was always one of his favorite combinations.
His long fingers had wrapped around the phone, three of them touching the touch screen. As he turned it to delete the message, two of those fingers got tangled in one another somehow, and he bobbled the contraption. Both hands shot forward to recapture the device, but it simply pinballed off his digits and landed with a plop and a decided fzzztt! in his mug of beer. With much more care, Dionysus delicately fished the smartphone from his drink and offered it to Bast.
“I’m terribly sorry, kitty. Maybe there’s no real damage. Maybe it was supposed to make that noise. It looks like it still works. Look, it says the text sent. It wouldn’t do that if it were actually broken, would it?” he pointed out in hopeful tones.
Which was when Bast leaped across the table to tackle him with a growl.