A/N: Woah, folks! I've returned from the world of Westeros! (If you don't know where that is, you've been under your rock for too long.)
Peel
His articulate fingers pinched the top and he tugged it downwards. He wanted to pull away the golden cloak, revealing its soft cream layer beneath. His ears twitched for the satisfying snap when the coat spilt. But this wasn't enough.
His mouth watered at the very thought of the velvety texture and sweet taste against his tongue. That was heaven on Atmos. Pure bliss.
His fingers tugged down again.
But nothing happened.
He rapidly tugged, his arm becoming a blur from his pulling speed. His pink tongue stuck out from effort as he desperately craved for his heaven.
Nothing. Not even a single split.
A little light bulb blinked to life above his head. Maybe he could bite the outside? No. That would not do. It would not have the same feeling of peeling it off, nor the same sound.
Radarr glumly stared at the object in his blue paws.
He hated when the banana skin stuck.
A/N: I always look like a fool with my scissors, when I try to cut my cursed banana opened. Maybe the banana wasn't peeling well… (Geddit? Peeling sounds like feeling? Oh forget it.)
