German Chocolate Cake
Schuldig emerged from his room, one in the afternoon.
"Have fun?" He smiled in reply, zipping his pants as he made way for the kitchen. He'd been in his room for three days, never emerging, ready for some food for his belly. The mini fridge in his room had run out of cookie dough and Dr. Pepper the day before, so now he was forced to raid the main fridge.
Schuldig glanced at the three others seated at the table, all having a late lunch. They all had turkey sandwiches. Quickly he scanned the contents of the fridge, stomach growling like an angry beast. His mouth dropped open as he saw there was nearly nothing to eat. The angry beast growled again.
He glanced back at the others. Nagi was happily munching on his sandwich, taking a huge bite while staring straight at him. Farfarello had a knife out, massacring his sandwich into tiny bits before stabbing a quarter size piece and taking a tiny bite of it. And Brad…
Brad was reading the newspaper, sandwich sitting on a plate innocently. He'd only taken one or two bites, the rest to pushed to the side, sitting near his elbow…
Schuldig took a timid step forward, dropping to his knees as he crawled towards the nourishment. He licked his lips as he reached the edge, one hand inching upwards, grazing the wood before…
"No, Schuldig."
"Damn it! There's nothing to eat." Schuldig pouted, standing next to Brad.
"It's your turn to go to the store." Came the stiff reply. Schuldig glowered.
"But there're all these women and they never leave me alone!" He whined. "All those lonely housewives…"
"So tell them you're gay." Nagi suggested, half way through his sandwich and nibbling on the edge.
"Then I'll have a bunch of school girls all over me!" He yelled.
"Take my sandwich already." Brad said, moving the plate closer to Schuldig, who immediately snatched it off the plate, taking a huge bite and saying a muffled "Fanks."
"And move away from me while you eat, I don't need my suit spoiled." Schuldig sat on he counter, taking two huge bites, eating the rest. He licked his fingers slowly, savoring any left over mayonnaise.
As he stood and stretched, rubbing his nude stomach, he heard a gasp. "Schuldig!"
"What?" He snapped just as he was leaving the room. The Food Channel awaited him…
"Did you gain weight?" Nagi sounded stunned, and he kept his eyes trained on Schuldig's ass. Schuldig, without a thought about his weight, sneered at Nagi.
"Don't you have to go cut yourself, while angsting about how your life is meaningless and acting like you want to kill yourself but never do because you're afraid?"
Nagi ran from the room in tears, Schuldig's laughter filling the kitchen. As soon as he heard Nagi's door slam, his laughter ceased, and he grabbed his ass.
"I'm FAT!" He wailed. Brad cringed at the tone of his voice. "You are not fat." He stated calmly, turning a page of his newspaper.
"Yes I am! Look at this! My ass jiggles!" He wiggled his thin ass for emphasis, nearly touching Brad with himself.
Brad sighed, glancing at Farfarello, who'd looked up from his food destruction to watch the display. He looked back at Schuldig, sighing with frustration as he gained a face-full of skinny ass. He smacked it away, causing Schuldig to squeal. "You are not fat. If you care so much, don't sit in your room all day watching the Food Channel."
"But I have needs…" He hissed, eyes narrowing as though he'd been insulted. Brad sighed. Again.
"Fine, watch your Food Channel, let your ass jiggle. I don't care. Just do it after you go to the store, need more cream cheese."
Schuldig turned away, returning to his room. As he passed Nagi's closed door, he heard muffled sobs inside and smirked.
