Looseleaf
CLXVI. Tomatoes
"Mels, pass the tomato," Matt ordered. He tried to look as intimidating as he could in an apron with his messy red hair tied back in a ponytail. The gamer was, for the first time, attempting to make his own tomato sauce for his pasta. As silly as he looked, he was rather passionate about cooking.
Mello handed him the ingredient. "Mattie," he whined, "we could be doing something so much more productive right now." He hoped the redhead would catch the double meaning, but all Matt did was start humming the Junjou Romantica theme song as he stirred the pot full of pasta. Mello frowned. "And besides, isn't it to-ma-toh?" He put on a slight accent as he said this.
Matt sighed. "It's just like that thing with the word 'potato,' " he said. "The proper pronounciation is potato," he pronounced the 'a' with a long sound. "Therefore you say tomato like tomato."
"That's bullshit."
Matt sighed again. "Of course you think it is."
A brief silence. "To-ma-toh," Mello said loudly and boredly, for a lack of a better thing to do. "To-ma-toh." He indulged himself with repeating the word over and over again.
"Tomato," Matt spoke up irately.
"To-ma-toh," Mello countered.
"Tomato."
"To-ma-toh."
"Tomato."
"Wannahavesex?"
"Toma- What?" Matt's eyes sharpened.
"I said, what's next?" Mello clarified. "You know, the next ingredient you want me to hand over...?" he offered meekly.
"I thought so," Matt snapped, grabbing another tomato by himself. He was so angry that he clutched it too tightly; the tomato was squashed under his fist rather tumultuously, sending its remains flying to the redhead's face.
"Well," Mello said brightly, "at least you were wearing an apron."
Matt stalked off to the bathroom.
I know, I haven't updated Looseleaf in a long time... And could it be that it took so long because of a certain anime called Hetalia? And a little pairing called PruCan?
...maybe.