Chocolate Pudding-chan: I have good news and bad news at the same time. This, being generally romantic, is going to get fluffier. That can be the bad news if you don't like fluff. But if you fluff about the fluff, keep reading.
The two had been on many of there little outings, and Pudding began noticing that something was different about her friend. He would actually let her lean up against him, and he smiled more then he had before, even before he'd become a pig. On their last outing, he'd actually given her a hug goodbye. "I'll see you soon, I promise." He whispered, before vanishing. Pudding smiled. She'd look forward to his promise.
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Taruto stared out the window, obviously lost from reality. Both his friends had noticed that he had been acting weird lately. And Tart was a generally weird person, so now it was almost as if he was Uber-weird. He would seem to be smiling for no apparent reason, or completely space out randomly, as he was doing now.
"Tart."…. He could hear his name in the distance…
"Tart!" It was a little louder now.
"TARUTO! Snap out of it, you're getting my coffee all over the floor!"
Tart now realized, as he snapped back into reality, that it was Kisshu saying his name. And that he had been pouring him a cup of coffee, but hen his thoughts began to wander, and now coffe was all over the counter, and all over Tart.
"YAH!" he screamed, as the hot liquid scalded his skin.
"What were you doing?!"
"I er… I got distracted…."
"Ugh…." Kish held his head. This wasn't the first time that Tart had caused trouble because of these "Distractions".
Once, he was carrying a tray that held his dinner, some microwave mac-and-cheese. He was caught up in his own thoughts about "certain personal things", and managed to run strait into the couch. The macaroni flew, splattering onto the pants of a not so pleased purple-haired bystander.
Other things had happened too, like the obsessive-compulsive cleaning he'd done when his comrades were in battle, and he was forced to stay home. The two would come home, only to find Tart scrubbing mindlessly at a spot on the counter that wasn't really there.
And then there were the smiles.
They would come from nowhere, for no reason. Some looked dillusional, as if he were almost drunk. Some were almost creepy, axe-murderer like smiles. And then he would burst out laughing from nowhere, like while he was brushing his teeth. It was almost as if an invisible person had told him a hilarious joke. When someone mentioned something, he'd just blush and mutter "It's nothing important…"
Pai was beginning to worry.
But Kish new better. He remembered what this had felt like. Maybe his own symptoms were not as extreme, but they were obvious.
It was a simple diagnosis. Love sickness.
Chocolate Pudding-chan: The fluff, she lurks everywhere.
