I'll be the first to admit it: I'm probably the most immature person in this side of the galaxy. xDDD Just something silly I did for a friend a few months ago, enjoy!
Fallacy
"Girl."
He tests it out. "Girl." Feels it around his mouth; flowy and flowery and gooey and creamy and all that poetic shit. "Girl. Girl? Girl. Girl. Girl. Girl." Kinda chocolately. Milk chocolate. Mmmmm.
"GIRL!" He YELLS down the packed school hallway, gesturing wildly at a particular bed of gray hair, realization hitting him full in the face like how Lussaria sometimes does, but let's not talk about that. Please.
A cigarette tip flakes off as the mouth it's hanging from curves downwards. Gokudera attempts a half-hearted eye roll, but that would mean having to move his head, so he winds up only managing a middle finger, the other hand still stuffed in his pocket.
"EY." The taller boy's face twists into a scowl and he sprints down the hall (or at least, tries to, FUCKEN FRESHMEN), grasps a shoulder, and pulls so he can finally jab Gokudera in the sternum. Which he does. "GIRL." It comes out breathless, a little light and airy and totally not Lawnhead-style and all Gokudera wants to do is wipe that grin off with a well-deserved punch.
Which he does.
"I've—GOT IT." Ryohei hastily wipes a line of blood issuing from his mouth, still agonizingly cheerful, "You're—(watch it!) a girl! With a puss—(okay, okay, you don't have to be so bitchy about it)! And that's why—( OW- WHAT WAS THAT FER--) I fucken don't feel like PUNCHING YOUR FACE TO THE MOON or MAKING YOU EAT SHIT WITH MY EXTREME BOXING SKILLS, but all I can think about is-- (oof!)" He pauses, simply to back Gokudera into a corner and catch both swinging arms, holding them in place over the boy's head. Another sunny grin. "FUCKING YOU UP AGAINST A WALL."
"What-"
"TO THE LIMIT."
It was okay. Okay that the doctor told him that he couldn't move for the next three weeks and I mean it this time, Mr. Sasagawa, fine that Hana spent the last five hours yelling at his prone UN-extreme body for upsetting Kyoko again, perfectly acceptable that he had been proven wrong.
He licks his lips (careful though, can't let the nurses see), and softly sounds it out. Feels it run across his tongue, somewhat stumbling over itself on the way. A little salty, kinda rough...like beef jerky? Yeah. Chocolate sucks.
"Guy" tasted much better anyways.
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