Right, I hate Fruit Cake... this is why I decided to write this chapter. Ever Christmas, I get fruit cake shoved in my direction and I HATE the stuff! But anyway, here's the 10th day :)
10th Day- Fruit cake
Pitch looks down at the desert on his plate. A dark brown sponge cake with almost burnt looking fruits scattered on the inside, white icing layering the outside. He can feel his stomach already rejecting the fruit cake that he despises. It wasn't so much of North's cooking, just that fruit cake was repulsive toward the shadow spirit.
"Pitch, you have not touched fruit cake." North observes, almost urging Pitch to eat some.
"Hmm? Oh yes... I was just... observing." Pitch replies. He was never one o tip toe around people's emotions, but North was a character that Pitch didn't really want to frustrate. He was in his house, with his 'army' and Jack was apart of that. Speaking of Jack, the teen approaches Pitch, standing behind his chair, and slithers his arms over his shoulders.
"What's up?" He whispers into his lovers ear.
"I loathe Fruit Cake." Pitch growls under his breath in reply.
"Just... eat it." Jack replies simply.
"I don't think you really get the concept of 'loathe' Frost. It's where you utterly despise something." Pitch explains.
"I know what it means Pitch. But, seriously, nobody but North around this table likes Fruit Cake either, but we're eating it to prevent hurting North's feelings." Jack informs. Pitch glances around the able to see the rest of the Guardians forcing themselves to eat the desert, attempting not to gag or spit it straight back out again.
"And since when do I care about people's feelings?" Pitch questions. Jack just smirks at this.
"You care about mine," He replies, kissing the older man on the cheek lightly, "Also you're sharing a house with us, that belongs to North. I think that's pretty self explanatory." Jack giggles, before heading back to his own seat to force himself to eat the same cake. Pitch looks down, disgusted, at the cake. He picks up his fork and picks at the desert. Cautiously, he scrapes some into his mouth. Instantly, his face twists into a repulsed look that he is forced to hide by turning away. Covering his mouth, he prevents himself from spitting the cake back out. This was going to be a long dinner...