He tried his best to steady his breathing and to eat the cake, but before he could muster up another piece from the original two, he munched on. His throat was getting full of chocolatey goodness, and before he knew it, he was already behind Asura as Fenrir had taken more time than he should have to throw down in the beginning. There was no losing! Not to her! But the pressure was getting to him badly, the weight of choking and the influence of losing. She was moderate in her pace but oddly effective in slowing down his desire.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye, and a pair of questions arose from the back of his mind; how is she so calm? Did she not want to lose?
While so perplexed by her, she would find herself to now be beating him in the contest. His mouth was so full of moist, cakey goodness that he hadn't realized that his lagging behind and overthinking would indefinitely cost him the win. In all of his pondering, she would indeed beat him, and he would come to realize this when he reached out for another piece of cake after finishing his third and realizing it was gone. The Saiyan, the Lycan, the warrior, was defeated by a quiet beauty. How could life be so cruel? He paused and looked at her with a stunned gaze.
Defeat tasted an awfully like cake. Fenrir licked the crumbs from his lips and fell silent with a downturned gaze. Of course, she was free to celebrate while he threw a down casted gaze on the ground. For the first time since he got to Crocus, he had been defeated in an eating contest. Bowls of ramen, rice, whole slabs of steaks all paled in comparison to the might of one moist chocolate cake and a gorgeous woman.
Not too soon after he began to frown his expression lit back up with a beaming, toothy grin as he scratched the back of his head. "Hey you beat me!" he chuckled as he had caressed down to the back of his neck, "I guess I shouldn't have underestimated you."
While it would have been easy to be saddened by the lost in truth Fenrir was just glad to have met someone who could eat more than him! That was a rare trait, and he would want to keep Asura around as a friend for sure!
"That was more fun than training." he'd pat her shoulder and stand up, "But now I need to keep my end of the deal."
With no shame, he'd jog to the middle of the park and take a deep breath. Boy, he was talking a lot, for some reason she made him nervous, and the loss to her. It made him happy for some reason.
"Hi! I'm Fenrir!" he called out before beginning, he had no idea how to dance but that didn't stop him from trying. He'd do a pelvic thrust, his arms in sync with his crotch as he reared them back and thrust his waist doing these actions in sync.
He'd stop in place after one and kicked the air, continuing to punch and kick the air a few times, more or less performing martial arts as he 'danced' he was beginning to have fun while he embarrassed himself. He'd backhand his right and then his left before clenching his fist and.
"Grah!" a golden surge of mana surrounded him as he transformed, his hair going from black to gold, "Wew, this is pretty fun! Wanna join me?"
Hopefully after his little display she didn't cringe out of exitence, he'd walk back up to her and offered her a hand, "Nothing wrong with dancing in a big park right?"