Word of the day: Cookie
Pairings: Shin/Sena
"Monta, Shin-san is coming!"
"Sena, I seriously think that Shin-san is a health freak and won't take your bombs of doom," Monta said.
"You tried them before and you received no constipation," Sena pointed out, frowning. "And we will see if he would take my works of art."
"Yeah. Your works of art of doom."
"He's coming!"
Shin, dressed in his usual work out clothes, was jogging. In the duration of his exercise, he heard someone call out his name. The boy turned and discovered Eyeshield 21 waving to him, and he took it as a gesture of her wanting him to come over.
"Sena-kun," he acknowledged.
"Hello, Shin-san," she said, bowing in salutation. "Sorry to distract you from your daily runs, but I wanted you to try something for me."
He raised an eyebrow.
Sena threw a glance at the bush, where Monta was hiding, and then presented the second-year a container full of cookies. "I made these recently and wanted to get your opinion," she said, grinning.
Shin, the health freak, stared down at the sugary junk plastered with a brownish coating. He noticed that the dark brown lumps were the chocolate bits—chocolate chip cookies. Different cookies also had purplish-brown chunks—raisin oatmeal cookies. The last type of cookie was lighter than the others and with no slabs of something-something—sugar cookies.
How does this young fellow know about cookies when he has a strict diet?
He has a mother, duh. AKA, female.
His father, a super-duper work out dude, and Shin has become familiar to such strange morsels that the mom consumes frequently. And how does she not get fat from all that sugar and oil?
"They appear to be cookies," he stated.
"Um, yes. So would you try them?"
Shin looked at Sena in the eye, and then back down at the cookies. "Why?"
Sena's shoulders slumped, her expression filled with disbelief. "Oh dear," she sighed, "the interrogation."
"Why?" he repeated.
"Because I want to get your opinion on them."
"Why?"
"Because I am curious."
"Why?"
"Because I made them."
Shin nodded, and Sena wondered if he was done and that he actually understood what she was talking about.
"I see," he said, his expression indifferent as ever. "Sugar conjures up a mild use of energy, and I suppose that eating one would help me stimulate."
Sena smiled happily. "Thank you, Shin-san!"
He took an oatmeal cookie—because it's healthier—and took two large bites, finishing it already. He carefully chewed and swallowed.
"So?" Sena asked.
Shin raised an eyebrow.
"How does it taste?"
"It tastes like a cookie."
Oh brother. "I mean, does it taste good?"
"It's sweet."
In Shin terms, it means that it does taste good and he would receive no constipation tonight.
Then he took another cookie, stuck it to Sena's mouth, and took a bite from that. "It tastes even sweeter," he commented, and then ran off.
Monta jumped out of the bush and screamed, "Indirect kiss!"
