Chapter: 3/7
Color: Yellow

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Y.e.l.low

Daisuke coughed, placing his glass of lemonade down on the surface of the coffee table. "Satoshi…"

Heaving an exasperated sigh, the blunette put down his book. "What is it now?" he demanded, that expression flickering tenfold. In a second, he looked away, face set in a bitter frown.

"…I-is my lemonade too sour for you?" Daisuke asked hesitantly, glancing between his lemonade, Satoshi's unpleasant glower, and the blunette's own glass of murky yellow liquid. "I could…add sugar if you want," he suggested.

Satoshi scoffed, his frown morphing into a humorless smirk. He let out a derisive chuckle shortly before crossing his arms with another scoff. "Your lemonade isn't the only sour thing right now," he retorted. The tartness in his voice was more than evident.

"Sato…what's wrong?"

"You know what you did." The bitter frown returned. Abruptly, Satoshi stood and exited the room. In his haste, he had knocked over his glass of lemonade, causing it to topple off the coffee table and onto the floor.

Daisuke watched with pained eyes as the glass shattered and the yellow fluid pooled all around the broken fragments. He turned away from the image, hoping he could do the same to his current situation. He wished he could turn away from his cracking relationship with Satoshi. He wished he could escape the pooling bitterness surrounding them.

But he could only hope. Only wish.

So.u.r

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Crime without limes, baby! Eh… Sorry 'bout that… Twisted, racial, inside joke goin' on there… xDDD But yikes. What did Daisuke do to Satoshi to make him so bitter? xD …I dunno. Use your imagination…or something like that. Heh.