A/N: Sorry I've taken so long to update. My muse decided to take a vacation along with me. After this it'll be another two weeks until I update again since my best friend is flying out here from Vancouver and we'll be incredibly busy. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
"What is it though?" Sai asked, sounding slightly unnerved.
"It's pocky." Miriallia insisted, pushing the chocolate covered biscuit further into Sai's face. "And it's good. Come on, try it." Sai eyed it warily. He didn't seem too trusting of the food. "For god's sake it's chocolate! What's not to like?"
"I've never seen it before though."
"You've been missing out." She insisted, thrusting her arm out all the way, causing Sai to stagger a few steps back.
"I'm lactose intolerant?" He tried. Miriallia rolled her eyes.
"That was pathetic. First of all, I've known you forever, and nothing has ever indicated that you were lactose intolerant."
"I've been careful" He tried.
"Careful enough to share a can of whipped cream with everyone, or get ice cream every other day in the summer?" She shot him a stern look. "And even if you were, a tiny bit of chocolate wouldn't do anything." She insisted.
"If I try it am I free to go?"
"Sure." She replied with a shrug. Sai tentatively reached out to grab a stick when the door slid open.
"Hey Mir, Four-Eyes." Dearka greeted them, followed by Kira and Athrun. Sai rolled his eyes, grabbed the stick out of her hand and bit into it.
"Happy no- oh shit." He cut himself off, face turning red. Miriallia turned to Dearka.
"I told you Tabasco Sauce wouldn't add to the flavour."
"You- wha- oh that's just mean." Sai pouted, pouring himself a large glass of milk and downing it in one gulp.
"Lactose intolerant, huh?" Miriallia asked with raised eyebrows.
Funny? Possibly. OOC? Most likely. Possible? Doubtful. Pointless? Yes.
Meh, I'm not thrilled with it, but when am I ever happy with my work? I'm throwing a few multi-chaptered fic ideas around in my head, although I doubt anything will come from them.
