Strange Conversations III

A/N: Okay, originally I wasn't going to create another installment of SC, but Erik's Secret Admirer emailed me with such a brilliant idea for one of these that I just had to update.

Which is a bit of a shame because I was trying ot keep my mind clean and out of the gutter...but oh well! Here you all go!

Enjoy :P

Raoul happily picks off pink cotton candy from a stick after a joyous visit to the annual festival. Nibbling contently, he meanders through the Opera House and hears whispers through a closed door. Recognizing Christine's voice and, oh my, the Phantom's, he leans anxiously closer...

Erik: Come on, try it! Just this once?

Christine: I don't know...it looks uncomfortable. Why would anyone do that?

Erik: Looks can be deceiving, m'dear. It's actually quite nice once you get over the hardness of it.

Christine: Uh uh, no thanks. I don't like having foreign things in my mouth.

(Raoul frowns in confusion – he doesn't like having anything in his mouth except cotton candy! He feels for Christine.)

Erik: -indignantly- It's not foreign! It's sweet!

Christine: I don't care. It's too hard and I know I'll ruin my vocal chords if I try it.

Erik: You really don't trust me. I'm hurt. –pouts attractively and looks at Christine all wounded-like-

Christine:Fine. But if I choke and die, it'll be all your fault.

(Raoul's worried now.)

Erik: Great! Okay, so put this in your mouth and suck on it.

(Raoul's really worried now.)

Christine: -quite unimpressed- Nothing's happening.

Erik: -patiently- That's because you're not doing it correctly. You have to focus and concentrate on the sensation in your mouth…enjoy it, relish it, savor it!

Christine: -makes a face- It's pretty sour.

Erik: -exasperated- Christine….

Christine: Hm, what happens if I bite it?

Erik: -panicked- By all that's holy, DO NOT BITE IT!

(Raoul is terrified by the Phantom's sudden fierceness and passes out rather womanishly.)

Christine: Gosh, sorry. Why can't I bite it?

Erik: It's a jawbreaker, Christine. Jaw. Breaker. Think about it.

Christine: I still don't like it.

Erik: Fine, spit it out.

(There's a faint -plop- as Christine spits out the candy.)

Erik: Let's try something else, then.

Christine: How about candied apples? I've always liked them...

A/N: Tada! I hope you enjoyed, I know I had fun writing it. If you've any other recommendations, please review!

Toodles!

Arda S.