Chocolate Poo
by ThisbeCeyx
He was sick of it. He was sick of the innate sweetness that dwelled in his sugar-slicked tongue. He hated that taste, the aftermath of it still clung to his mouth like some irrevocable disease. He felt as if he was about to throw up.
But of course, he couldn't. Not in front of him.
He was supposed to act as if he actually liked it when all he wanted to do was drown in the bitter taste of soy sauce and vinegar but he can't.
He had to show him that he actually liked it, you know… like the usual.
Chocolate.
It looks like poo.
He vaguely wondered why people like putting it in their mouth anyway, it seemed such a fetish to torture your teeth and throat with its seemingly seductive allure. Its sugar-content would be enough to rot your mouth with black cavities on the core as it slowly dried your throat, making you thrive for some moisture intake.
And lastly, the poo-like color was one heck of a cloth stain to get rid of. Now, he truly wondered why people would substitute a good salad dessert for some chocolate which in turn, they know would be harmful for them.
It's like taboo.
Chocolate is a vice.
Like Hisoka. Too much staring and flirting wasn't good for him either. He'd end the day with either a lump on the head or a pinkish sting on his cheek. And then, the unruly encounter would not stop even in his dreams; an addiction that seemed to need a rehabilitation job one day.
But he doesn't think of that now.
He is intoxicated with his wanderings, of wanton imaginings of his partner. If there's one thing that doesn't fit his comparison of Hisoka with chocolate, it would be that Hisoka doesn't look like poo.
And for a while there, he chuckles.
Hisoka is cute, like a kitten and doesn't appear like poo. He snickers. Perhaps, he's the one who looks like poo. Hisoka said he had chocolate-colored hair.
Yuck.
But then, if Hisoka is like poo, one way or the other… Tsuzuki doesn't mind looking like chocolate or poo either.
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