You go viciously, quietly away. I'm sitting in the bedroom where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Gluttony
“Oh, you’re on”.
He couldn’t remember when the entirety of their relationship became based so solely on competition, but he had no problems living up to a challenge. Especially one involving free food provided so openly and kindly by the Yamamoto family sushi restaurant.
It would be a valiant tournament of dueling chopsticks and stuffed cheeks. Glares were exchanged throughout the tenure of the contest and neither would have had it any other way.
It was an honorable stand-off but in the end, he’d concede to the defeat that was handed to him courtesy of the daily carbohydrate-burning freak of nature with the sudden dropping of those flimsy, poorly pulled apart chop sticks. Somehow, he’d find himself able to accept the loss when the two of them could be found passed out on the floor, drunk on their own stubborn natures and bellies protruding to next week.
The only sounds concerning the match wouldn’t be frenzied words regarding his defeat. Both were aware of who was victorious. No words were needed and regardless, the last thing either teen wanted to do was speak due to the stipulations of the competition and the extent of their eating binge.
Instead, all that could be heard was their soft breathing, both feeling like laughing just because neither thought that eating could be so exhausting.
And he almost forgot his sudden stomach cramping when Yamamoto turned to him and smiled. And in an oddly uncharacteristic way, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back.
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Thanks and I hope everyone had a great New Years'
-Kelly
“Oh, you’re on”.
He couldn’t remember when the entirety of their relationship became based so solely on competition, but he had no problems living up to a challenge. Especially one involving free food provided so openly and kindly by the Yamamoto family sushi restaurant.
It would be a valiant tournament of dueling chopsticks and stuffed cheeks. Glares were exchanged throughout the tenure of the contest and neither would have had it any other way.
It was an honorable stand-off but in the end, he’d concede to the defeat that was handed to him courtesy of the daily carbohydrate-burning freak of nature with the sudden dropping of those flimsy, poorly pulled apart chop sticks. Somehow, he’d find himself able to accept the loss when the two of them could be found passed out on the floor, drunk on their own stubborn natures and bellies protruding to next week.
The only sounds concerning the match wouldn’t be frenzied words regarding his defeat. Both were aware of who was victorious. No words were needed and regardless, the last thing either teen wanted to do was speak due to the stipulations of the competition and the extent of their eating binge.
Instead, all that could be heard was their soft breathing, both feeling like laughing just because neither thought that eating could be so exhausting.
And he almost forgot his sudden stomach cramping when Yamamoto turned to him and smiled. And in an oddly uncharacteristic way, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back.
......
Thanks and I hope everyone had a great New Years'
-Kelly