All characters are copyright Kouta Hirano. I do nothing but feed them on a regular basis

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07. Spoon

Spoons, Pip had said one afternoon, are the perfect utensil. You could keep your knives, with their sharpness and long, thin body. And you could put away your forks, with their pronged heads. Give Pip a spoon, and he would be a happy man. Spoons were definately a feminine utensil. Perfectly curved and smooth, you couldn't cut yourself with a spoon. You couldn't stab your cheek.

Spoons were a gentle utensil. Pip's favourite foods all required the use of a spoon to eat them, too. Ice-cream, for instance. There was nothing more sensual than someone trailing their tongue over the parabolic surface of a spoon, before taking it in their mouth and then licking it clean.

Spoons, Pip said, are indeed the perfect utensil.

That was, until Seras showed him a spork.

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" ...you couldn't cut yourself with a spoon. "

A/N: Okay, so that one might well be a lie. My sister managed to cut herself with a spoon. Beyond all logic and reason, but she did.

From here on in, there will be at least one new chapter per day. I really enjoy doing these little drabbles, so I'll update this particular fic once, maybe twice a day. -

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