Happy New Year!

See you in 2020!


Mischievous red eyes glared at their target. Fingers itched, and mouth drooled.

His beloved was right there, in plain sight.

All he had to do was scoot over, inch by inch, reach over his arm, stretch out them fingers, gently rub their skins-

Okay, that was going too far. This is supposed to be rated PG-13! Really all he had to do was lean over and-

"Got it!" Target acquired.

He devoured the sight of his prize hungrily. It really was too beautiful, too perfect for this world. So shiny, so smooth, much more precious that the shiniest jewel in the world.

But enough chit-chat. It was time. All he needed to do was open his mouth really wide and bite down on the beautiful, glorious-

"What are you doing in my room, Judal?"

Judal whipped around and glared at ..."Kouen!"

Kouen gave Judal an unimpressed stare. "I will not ask again, Judal. What are you doing in my room?"

A normal person (who did not have a bone to pick with Kouen) would throw the prize back into its rightful place, beg for mercy from Kouen, then run for their (now very short) lives.

Judal was not normal (and did have a bone to pick with Kouen), and therefore said:

"I am fulfilling my New Year's Resolution!"

Kouen gave a deadpanned stare."...what?"

"My New Year's Resolution!" Judal puffed out his braid-er-chest, definitely his chest, not the hair.

"...again, what?"

"For too long have you taken my peaches from me, Ren Kouen. But no longer!" Judal jabbed at Kouen. "If you insist on taking these peaches away, I will simply devour them before you do! I don't care if they are ten years old or two, I will eat them!"

"...Judal, I bought these peaches yesterday."

"I don't care!"

Kouen rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I want a peach. Give me the one you are eating right now." He nodded at the peach in question.

Judal bristled. "Never!"

Kouen calmly strode over to Judal.

And pinched him. Hard.

And harder. And harder. And Harder-

"Okay, okay, fine!" Judal yapped in pain. He glared at a smug Kouen.

"Fine, what?"

"..."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"...yours..."

Kouen made a big show a pinching Judal.

"The peach is yours!"

"Thank you."

And Kouen took the peach from Judal.

And bit into it. Loudly.

Judal may or may not have drooled over the amount of juice that dripped from Kouen's mouth.

(By the way, he didn't. Nope, not at all. The Great Judal does not drool.)

((The Author is not at all fooled.))

"Judal?"

"...What?!"

"Happy New Year."

And he took another bite.