April Fools [narration] [text]
It was a very rare occasion that there ever passed a night when Poo was not completely aware of who was and was not in his room, asleep or not. Last night happened to be that rare occasion, where a band of mischievous pranksters slipped past the psychic boy's perception unnoticed.
When night passed and morning came, a... distinct smell of chocolate candy, chips and spam [a very unpleasantly distinct combination] filtered through Poo's nostrils. There were presents of the edible variety left close by on his bed-stand. He had not yet noticed the other present of the non-edible variety adorned in his hair.
He stared at them for a few seconds, as if they had eyes of their own and were staring back. Poo eventually broke the gaze and looked over to his still sleeping roommate.
"Marth... Are these yours?" He whispered. The other prince responded by slightly stirring in his sleep... but nothing more. Who did this, Poo wondered? Why? Were they aware of what consequences would follow if the Asian boy's stomach tried to digest these foreign foods? Was it a gift? The art and culture of April fool's pranking was something Poo never actively participated in, so unfortunately for him, that thought hadn't crossed his mind. ...surely this was a gift of good intentions... a... spontaneously suspicious one, but a gift none-the-less.
It smelled unappealing. It smelled downright foul to him, in fact. The spam especially. But some dark side of the prince grew curious. The forbidden fruit. He knew better. He knew what would happen. He accepted the possible outcome as he reached out and gingerly unwrapped the candy bar. There was also the possibility it would do no harm at all.
Dare he try... just to see the outcome of his actions. This was his choice, to attempt to put mind over matter. Or... mind over food in this case.
Slowly, the chocolate came into contact with his teeth. It was a tiny nibble.
Not so bad... A little more of the chocolate morsel was taken.
.....not so bad.............
................oh...
...no
...it was bad.
He didn't even have time to process regret or the overwhelming feeling of foolishness as his body seemed to go into a hyper state of rejection, barely finding salvation on the dormitory's porcelain throne. Perhaps in the future he would look at this as a new, intense form of intentional training but that was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
I think I will stay inside today and rest, I feel slightly ill.
When night passed and morning came, a... distinct smell of chocolate candy, chips and spam [a very unpleasantly distinct combination] filtered through Poo's nostrils. There were presents of the edible variety left close by on his bed-stand. He had not yet noticed the other present of the non-edible variety adorned in his hair.
He stared at them for a few seconds, as if they had eyes of their own and were staring back. Poo eventually broke the gaze and looked over to his still sleeping roommate.
"Marth... Are these yours?" He whispered. The other prince responded by slightly stirring in his sleep... but nothing more. Who did this, Poo wondered? Why? Were they aware of what consequences would follow if the Asian boy's stomach tried to digest these foreign foods? Was it a gift? The art and culture of April fool's pranking was something Poo never actively participated in, so unfortunately for him, that thought hadn't crossed his mind. ...surely this was a gift of good intentions... a... spontaneously suspicious one, but a gift none-the-less.
It smelled unappealing. It smelled downright foul to him, in fact. The spam especially. But some dark side of the prince grew curious. The forbidden fruit. He knew better. He knew what would happen. He accepted the possible outcome as he reached out and gingerly unwrapped the candy bar. There was also the possibility it would do no harm at all.
Dare he try... just to see the outcome of his actions. This was his choice, to attempt to put mind over matter. Or... mind over food in this case.
Slowly, the chocolate came into contact with his teeth. It was a tiny nibble.
Not so bad... A little more of the chocolate morsel was taken.
.....not so bad.............
................oh...
...no
...it was bad.
He didn't even have time to process regret or the overwhelming feeling of foolishness as his body seemed to go into a hyper state of rejection, barely finding salvation on the dormitory's porcelain throne. Perhaps in the future he would look at this as a new, intense form of intentional training but that was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
I think I will stay inside today and rest, I feel slightly ill.