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Krad cast a dubious look at the ceramic mug pressed into his hands.
"What is this?"
Dark rolled his eyes, and sighed tiredly. "It's hot chocolate. You drink it."
Krad frowned.
"It's brown."
"Yes."
"And hot."
"Obviously."
"It looks like watery mud."
"It does not!" Dark paused, and took a closer look at the substance in question. "Actually – it kinda does. Huh."
"You want me to drink hot mud?"
"We've been over this before!" The black-winged being threw his hands into the air in exasperation. "What is it with you and comparing modern food to inedible materials? Last week you called poptarts overlarge sea slugs, and compared jello to dead jellyfish!"
"It was salty."
"That's no excuse to describe the decomposition of sea creatures in such detail! Daisuke turned green!" The dark angel paused, hands still gesticulating wildly. "How'd you know so much about jellyfish anyway?"
"TV program."
"Oh."
"It was very interesting. Did you know that some jellyfish reproduce asexually?"
"No, I didn't. And stop trying to change the subject. This -" Dark brandished the mug threateningly – "is hot chocolate. It is not mud. It's hot and rich and sweet, and you are going to drink it."
"I – "
"NOW!"
Eyeing his lover with the look one reserves for a resident of an insane asylum, Krad reached for the mug and, with one last cautious glance at his counterpart, took a hesitant sip.
"Well?" Dark demanded impatiently.
Krad frowned at the mug in his hands.
"What's wrong now –" Dark's exasperated voice was cut off as Krad took his face between his hands and pulled him down into a long, lingering kiss.
When they parted, lips bruised and oxygen starved, Dark managed to gasp "What was that for?"
Krad smirked. "You're sweeter."