RATING: K+
WARNINGS: Short, fluffy, KradDai.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em, wish I did. Don't own pocky, either
A/N: This really has no specific setting or time period. Just a little conversation.
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"Hey, Krad, you want some pocky?" Daisuke asked innocently.
Krad raised his eyebrow, "Pardon?"
"Pocky! Do you want some?" Daisuke held up a red box that read "pocky" on it in large white letters.
"What's that?" Krad cocked his head.
"Chocolate covered biscuit sticks. You want one or what?" Daisuke asked.
"Is it good?"
"Why would I offer it to you if it wasn't?" Daisuke raised an eyebrow at the blonde.
"I can think of three reasons," Krad muttered.
Daisuke pulled out two of the chocolate covered biscuit sticks and held them out to Krad, "Here, try one!"
Krad smirked, leaned down, and took the pocky out of the redhead's hand with his mouth.
"Hey! I only meant you could have one!" Daisuke scolded innocently, eyebrows furrowing.
Krad couldn't fight the urge to burst out laughing at that face.
"What? I'm being serious!"
"You wouldn't make that face if you knew how cute you were," Krad wrapped his arm around the shorter boy's shoulders.
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A/N: Based upon a true story at a con. One of my friends said, "hey, you want some pocky?" and I was like "yeah" and he handed me two I ate them out of his hand. His girlfriend looked positively horrified and he was like "hey! I only meant you could have one!" Funniest part is he's pretty cute. His girlfriend didn't hold it against me though because she's like an older sister to me. Plus, I have a TON of blackmail material on her since she's always telling me her secrets.
Pocky isn't candy is it? -shrugs- The world will never know… I feel weird writing about food… Is that normal?