[ Dream // 002 ]
[[OOC: Based on an AIM conversation I had once. :'D]]
Shinigami is hanging out in what looks like a birthday party. There are lots of people talking, colored balloons everywhere, and long tables covered in snacks. Okay, so it's a rather upscale birthday party.
He looks amused (or as amused as someone whose whole face is covered can look), regarding the festivities in sort of a watchful manner, like a chaperone. In one corner, Death Scythe is drinking from a bottle of liquor he brought with him and bawling loudly.
Disregarding that disturbance--Stein seems to have appeared solely for the purpose of dragging Death Scythe away--Shinigami decides to check out what's going on in the refreshment department.
The tables look quite delightful, black and white, colored only by the food. Typical party stuff: crackers, cheese, meat, nice arrangements of little squares and tarts and cookies.
Wait.
Cookies?
Not just any cookies, either. They are triple chocolate death cookies, so chocolatey that eating one is like having a chocolate volcano erupt in your mouth with an explosion of amazing. It is most definitely a flavor that screams, 'Mouth, I love you!'. --And they're skull-shaped, to boot.
Shinigami slides over inconspicuously, grabs a cookie, and pokes it down the eyehole of his mask with one huge geometric finger. WHY SO DELICIOUS? He repeats this step several times until he realizes, quite regrettably, that his son is watching him with a mortified look on his face.
"Father. What are you doing?"
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How strange!!
I don't recall ever having an underlying desire for cookies, but I suppose we could all stand to know ourselves a little better~
Shinigami is hanging out in what looks like a birthday party. There are lots of people talking, colored balloons everywhere, and long tables covered in snacks. Okay, so it's a rather upscale birthday party.
He looks amused (or as amused as someone whose whole face is covered can look), regarding the festivities in sort of a watchful manner, like a chaperone. In one corner, Death Scythe is drinking from a bottle of liquor he brought with him and bawling loudly.
Disregarding that disturbance--Stein seems to have appeared solely for the purpose of dragging Death Scythe away--Shinigami decides to check out what's going on in the refreshment department.
The tables look quite delightful, black and white, colored only by the food. Typical party stuff: crackers, cheese, meat, nice arrangements of little squares and tarts and cookies.
Wait.
Cookies?
Not just any cookies, either. They are triple chocolate death cookies, so chocolatey that eating one is like having a chocolate volcano erupt in your mouth with an explosion of amazing. It is most definitely a flavor that screams, 'Mouth, I love you!'. --And they're skull-shaped, to boot.
Shinigami slides over inconspicuously, grabs a cookie, and pokes it down the eyehole of his mask with one huge geometric finger. WHY SO DELICIOUS? He repeats this step several times until he realizes, quite regrettably, that his son is watching him with a mortified look on his face.
"Father. What are you doing?"
===
How strange!!
I don't recall ever having an underlying desire for cookies, but I suppose we could all stand to know ourselves a little better~