Bread. Alba could not comprehend the lack of love people had for the crispy yet fluffy thing called bread.
And yet people were cruel enough to mistake the lovely food for bland.
Misinterpretating it's sweet nothingness for bland, boring, and unnutriteous.
And nothing could ever change his mind about his sweet sweet bread... unless the rumors magically turned out to be true.
Which unexpectantly, they were.
After three miserable days of eating nothing but crispy air...yes, it was becoming quite bland.
Not only "bland" but dull, boring, tedious, and downright dreary.
Damn those liars who said it was simply bland.
They should be handfed a dictionary along with cold, hard, (not to mention damp) fucking bread.
And if that didn't ruin his appetite, the image of Mii-chan bashing his head against a rock cheerfully while Januar and Riku watch from a safe distance with a mix between horror and slight interest on their face, did.
There was of course one person who didn't bother to distance himself from the masochistic cat at all, in fact allowing himself a front row seat view of the self harming cat.
All while nibbling on a damn piece of bread and looking at complete ease with the world, a slight smile on his white ugly smug face.
Freaking sadist.
Alba straightened his black and white (no it was not a prison outfit...it just happened to resemble one very closely..) striped shirt, determined to make Ros as miserable as the rest of them.
Alba softly made his way over to his friend...I mean...Alba made his way over to his not friend, manly like.
Kicking the disturbing cat on the way just for show, which only cause Mii-chan to yelp in joy
...gross.
He planted his hands on his hips femininely like, I mean manly like...when he reached Ros, who simply turned his gaze slightly upward. His calm happy like state turning into one of disinterest when he saw Alba.
Alba congratulated himself on his awesomeness as he prepared for his bashing on Ros. Which would include things like the creepy satisfied look he seemed to take on whenever he watched Mii-chan hurt himself, or the way he always seems to switch moods from unnaturally protective to downright emotionless and blunt, or maybe make fun of his stupid purple eyes. Seriously, what is up with that. And maybe even comment on the damn way his hair always seems to defy gravity. The thing could be used as a damn weapon...
Or at least that's what he would have said, if Ros hadn't beat him to it.
"Why are you staring at me with that damn grin on your face...stupid pervert..." The spiky haired boy mumbled, scowling as he ripped off yet another chunk of his unflavored bread.
"Per-pervert!" Alba restated, becoming flustered, "I'm the pervert? I'm not the one enjoying the show?"
"You enjoy Mii-chans shows...that's weird. I never took you for the sadistic kind," he sighed looking thoughtfully up at the sky, "you're more revolting then I thought."
"I do-I DO NOT!" The brunette cried, smoothing down his shirt vigorously while pointing his finger at Ros "YOU'RE THE SADISTIC PERVERT HERE, NOT ME."
"Shhh Alba...I see the way you stare longingly at me."
"Wha-"
"I can see in your eyes that you wish to torchure me for your own sadistic pleasures..."
"It's not like that!"
"Or maybe it isn't like that..."
"It's not!"
"Maybe it the other way around."
"What other way."
"Maybe you want me to torment you." Ros looked at Alba with a mix of hopefulness and disgust. Something only he could pull off.
"That's sick!" The hero spat back.
"You're a masochist."
"I'm not like that Ros!"
"Oh that's right," Ros smirked knowingly, "you aren't."
"That's...right." Alba exhaled, lowering his finger slowly and gazing confusedly back at the other boy.
"It's just not your thing." Ros shrugged.
"Yupp!"
"You fetish is something completely different."
"...riiighht..."
"You like...slime."
"Wha-WHAT! WHY!" Alba burst into horror, a blush from either anger or embarrassment making it's way up his neck.
"You want to rub it all over your body-"
"NO!"
"You want to smell it-"
"Never!"
"Stroke it-"
"What..."
"And sometimes...when your really into it...you want to. Eat. It..."
...
...
The camp was silent for a few moments. Alba hiding behind his fingers, fighting down his blush (which he decided was definitely from anger), Ros eating his bread in silence, and the rest watching in mild interest.
"Jeez Alba," Ruki spoke up, "you really are disgusting like everyone says."
She blushed.
...
It was at times like these that it wasn't that hard to believe she was the king of demons...or queen...whatever.
Alba stalked away in defeat, kicking that cat on his way to his camping spot in frustration.
The sound of Mii-chan howling in pleasure sent waves of disgust down his spine.
Damned masochists...