"SWEETS"
A response to a challenge to write a drabble about Legato's eating habits. Light manga reference. G.
He'd always enjoyed steak, rare, the animal's life dripping onto the plate when he cut it. Good food was one of the few pleasures in the pain of living.
He craved junk food increasingly, and sweet things; hot dogs, cheesecake, pancakes with syrup... donuts. Were these godly cravings? Ambrosia?
He liked to keep his body trim, trained, as well as his mind. His Master demanded no less. Before the gift, his had been a palette more tuned to savory than to sweet.
He looked upon his left hand after licking the icing from his fingers. "Curse you, Vash," he said.