2 Black Swan Drive - EARLY Thursday morning - 08/28
Fiyero was entirely accustomed to waking up very early in the morning with the taste of sleep (yes, you all know the one) in his mouth.
He was not, however, accustomed to waking up to hot, dry spices on his tongue. Warm cinnamon and dried chili flakes, freshly cracked peppercorns and ... was that ... chocolate?
Fiyero sat bolt-upright in his bed (read: the pillows and blankets he'd set up atop Tamora's cape) and rubbed his fingers over his tongue in an attempt to purge the odd combination of flavors from his mouth. Much to his surprise, this only intensified the flavors.
...upon second blush, they didn't taste so bad together.
Unfortunately, it still felt rather like he was going a little mad. Uncomfortable with the idea, Fiyero licked from the inside of his elbow straight up to his wrist.
Yep, still flavored.
"Geoffrey!"
Beat.
"Geoffrey, I've turned FLAVORED! COME AND LICK MY ARM!" Nevermind that it was probably obscenely early and said Geoffrey Tennant was in all likelihood asleep.
He was not, however, accustomed to waking up to hot, dry spices on his tongue. Warm cinnamon and dried chili flakes, freshly cracked peppercorns and ... was that ... chocolate?
Fiyero sat bolt-upright in his bed (read: the pillows and blankets he'd set up atop Tamora's cape) and rubbed his fingers over his tongue in an attempt to purge the odd combination of flavors from his mouth. Much to his surprise, this only intensified the flavors.
...upon second blush, they didn't taste so bad together.
Unfortunately, it still felt rather like he was going a little mad. Uncomfortable with the idea, Fiyero licked from the inside of his elbow straight up to his wrist.
Yep, still flavored.
"Geoffrey!"
Beat.
"Geoffrey, I've turned FLAVORED! COME AND LICK MY ARM!" Nevermind that it was probably obscenely early and said Geoffrey Tennant was in all likelihood asleep.