Snacking in the kitchen

[purplepieeater]

Character: Tsuzuki and You
Time: Late night Saturday
Location: The kitchen
Content: Some late night snackings
Format: Prose preferred, but I won't raise a stink if you want to do action.
Warnings: Tsuzuki.  Sugar.  Enough said.

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[past_returns]

The bad news for Tsuzuki was that another night owl had invaded his temporary territory. The good news was that Jeremie wouldn't be particularly inclined to have a piece of the sugary confection.

However, the geek was hungry and had finally given in to the growlings of his stomach. He was very surprised to see the other teen chowing down on cake, not expecting anyone to be up.

"Um...hello?"

*snerk* He's a teacher.

[purplepieeater]

Tsuzuki looked up and blinked owlishly before a sheepish smile came over his face. Bad enough he was caught indulging, but worse that he'd been caught by a student. "Ah, hello. You got hungry too?"

...AND I FAIL.

[past_returns]

Jeremie blinked, suddenly realizing that this guy wasn't another student like he'd originally thought. "Um...yes, sir," he said quietly. "I kinda forgot about dinner."

Eh, he's got a boyish enough face.

[purplepieeater]

"No need to call me sir," Tsuzuki said with a friendly chuckle. It wouldn't be the first time his age was underestimated, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. "Tsuzuki's perfectly fine."

[sword_and_rain]

There was something about being a teenage boy that meant his stomach was something of a literal black hole. You could feed and feed him and he would always be hungry and never gain weight. And he didn't particularly care what he ate either, so long as it was edible in the first place. The miracle of teenage boys: living garbage disposals.

He pops in somewhat late at night, his tummy demanding to fed, and is somewhat surprised to see someone else there so late.

"Hi!" he chirped as he headed for the fridge, intent on something either salty or sugary.