C for CENSORS
"This is disgusting." Zephel uttered from the couch, scowling at the gigantic flat-screen TV.
Randy squirmed in his seat, "Don't look, Marcel."
Marcel, who had his knees curled up to his chest and face buried in a cushion for good measure, only 'eeped' in response.
It was about this time that Julious entered the room; the blue gaze switched from the trio to the screen, settled there for a few agonized seconds, and from the screen to Clavis in possession of the remote control. The blond was now highly tempted to remark on the standards of television and the cluttering of young minds with unnecessary gore & other nonsense.
Clavis, of course, was one step ahead of him.
"And this is why Julious doesn't eat it," the Guardian of Dark revealed, switching channels from the Food Network, when the segment on how to de-vein a large mass of foie gras rolled to an end.