Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SORCERER HUNTERS! ::Puts down the megaphone and
sighs::
It tasted like rubber. It was round and chewy and he couldn't quite sink his teeth into it. Carrot didn't much care for Tira's cooking. But she was nice enough to have made it for him and she was watching him as he ate, with a look begging for approval. He smiled at her. Giving up on gnawing on the damn thing, he threw whatever it was completely into his mouth and swallowed it whole. It sank to the bottom of his stomach like a lead fist, Carrot felt sick.
"How was the waffle?" Tiramisu eagerly questioned.
"Um…it tasted…good," Carrot improvised.
"Oh! Wonderful! Would you like another?" Tira offered with a smile a mile wide.
"Uh, there's no reason for you to go through all of that trouble…" Carrot tried to gently refuse.
"Oh, it's no problem at all, no problem. Just wait here and I'll go make another," and Tira wandered off towards the direction of the skillet, her red coat sweeping the ground as she practically danced around the fire.
"You can make it, but I won't eat it," Carrot mumbled to himself.
"What was that ni-san?" Marron asked with a knowing smile.
Marron seated himself next to his older brother and shot him a look that said 'I feel your pain, but you've got to suffer trough this on your own.' Lifting his face Marron turned toward the direction of the early morning sun and absorbed the power and energy only it had to offer.
"Ni-san, do you ever feel lonely?" Marron queried still staring out into the sky.
"What? What is wrong with everyone this morning? What is with you people? Chocolat wakes me up by licking my nose, Tira practically goes into hysterics to make me breakfast, and now you want to know if I'm lonely?! Hell no! How can I with everyone around here!! Why do you want to know all of a sudden anyway?" Carrot retaliated with a weary voice.
"No reason."
"Well---" Carrot was cut short by the sound of Tira bouncing back toward them.
She carried in her arms the slimiest pile of waffles either of them had ever seen. And she had made Carrit not one, but four more of those nasty things to choke down. When he finally found the right babe to settle down with, she had better be a good cook as well as good in bed to make up for this experience.
Carrot looked towards his brother with a look begging for sympathy.
"Sorry I can't stay, but I need to speak with Gateau a moment," Marron left as quickly as he had come.
It tasted like rubber. It was round and chewy and he couldn't quite sink his teeth into it. Carrot didn't much care for Tira's cooking. But she was nice enough to have made it for him and she was watching him as he ate, with a look begging for approval. He smiled at her. Giving up on gnawing on the damn thing, he threw whatever it was completely into his mouth and swallowed it whole. It sank to the bottom of his stomach like a lead fist, Carrot felt sick.
"How was the waffle?" Tiramisu eagerly questioned.
"Um…it tasted…good," Carrot improvised.
"Oh! Wonderful! Would you like another?" Tira offered with a smile a mile wide.
"Uh, there's no reason for you to go through all of that trouble…" Carrot tried to gently refuse.
"Oh, it's no problem at all, no problem. Just wait here and I'll go make another," and Tira wandered off towards the direction of the skillet, her red coat sweeping the ground as she practically danced around the fire.
"You can make it, but I won't eat it," Carrot mumbled to himself.
"What was that ni-san?" Marron asked with a knowing smile.
Marron seated himself next to his older brother and shot him a look that said 'I feel your pain, but you've got to suffer trough this on your own.' Lifting his face Marron turned toward the direction of the early morning sun and absorbed the power and energy only it had to offer.
"Ni-san, do you ever feel lonely?" Marron queried still staring out into the sky.
"What? What is wrong with everyone this morning? What is with you people? Chocolat wakes me up by licking my nose, Tira practically goes into hysterics to make me breakfast, and now you want to know if I'm lonely?! Hell no! How can I with everyone around here!! Why do you want to know all of a sudden anyway?" Carrot retaliated with a weary voice.
"No reason."
"Well---" Carrot was cut short by the sound of Tira bouncing back toward them.
She carried in her arms the slimiest pile of waffles either of them had ever seen. And she had made Carrit not one, but four more of those nasty things to choke down. When he finally found the right babe to settle down with, she had better be a good cook as well as good in bed to make up for this experience.
Carrot looked towards his brother with a look begging for sympathy.
"Sorry I can't stay, but I need to speak with Gateau a moment," Marron left as quickly as he had come.