Note: ...I was naughty! ;)

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"Well, what are you going to do, Dante?" Trish asked.

His light blue gaze appreciatively followed the delicate outline of the two smooth creamy mounds presented to him. They were identical, one almost a perfect copy of the other. Almost. Dante squinted and leaned closer to them. The one to the right definitely looked bigger. Or was the other one bigger? Should he weigh them in his hands?

No, bad idea. He wouldn't let them go if he did. They would fall victim to the mercy of his hunger.

"Dante," Trish repeated edgily.

"Ssh-ssh-shh," Dante hissed under his breath, leaning slightly away to stare at the matter at hand.

They were almost too beautifully created. His fingers twitched – he wanted them. He wanted to pull them over to him, and graze his tongue across them, and lap up their blissful sweetness.

"You're drooling," Trish said.

Dante's eyes darted up to her face hovering above the mounds, and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

"No I'm not."

"Are you going to sit there all day just staring at them?" Trish sighed.

"No," Dante huffed up at her with a frown.

"It was a simple request, Dante. If it's too much for you to decide which to take..."

"Can I have them both?" Dante interrupted hopefully.

"No."

"But I can't have one without the other."

"Dante!"

"Well, look at them," Dante snapped back, gesturing vehemently at the mounds between himself and Trish. "It's not an easy choice to make! They're both just... simply...perfect."

He burned to feel their soft coolness against his lips. He wanted to dip his finger in the sticky delicate red veins that so carefully decorated the milky white. He stared intently at a drop of crimson lingering precariously on the edge.

"Today, Dante."

He wanted to take heaps of their softness into his mouth, savour the sensation as they melted in the heat of his breath. He wanted to crush their tender hearts with his teeth, enjoy the complimenting texture, feel the red liquid stain his lips and run down his chin.

"Right now or I'm walking away," Trish threatened.

Dante made a noise in his throat, gazing at the twin heaps for a conflicted moment. It was cruel to make him choose. He hesitated, and just as his hand jerked forward, one of the mouth-watering piles was lifted, and gone.

He stared at Trish's retreating back, her long golden hair swinging as she glided toward the exit of the diner. "Hey!"

"I gave you your chance," Trish called back tightly.

Lady snorted across the table at him. "That's pretty lame, Dante. It's not hard to just pick a stupid ice cream."

Dante pulled the remaining strawberry ice cream protectively toward him with an arrogant huff. "Women. You have no idea!"

Fin.

Notes: My 'Dante' helped me write this. Hope you like :)

Strawberry sundaes FTW!