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Sydney was just putting on her socks after her 'research hour with Ms. Terwilliger' aka time-spent-researching-Adrian's-body, when Adrian voiced his preposterous idea. It really shouldn't have taken her by surprise because Adrian came up with the most ridiculous (albeit intellectual) ideas after they'd been intimate, but this….this topped everything.
"Do you realize that dhampirs are like socks?", Adrian pondered thoughtfully, leaning up on his elbow, still in bed.
"What?", Sydney asked incredulously-failing to see the connection, buttoning up her shirt now.
"Well, they protect you and keep you safe, but you don't pay much attention to them. Out of sight and all, you know. Also, you can't always have them with you, so yeah.", Adrian finished his observation, concentrating on Sydney's chest as her magenta bra disappeared behind her buttoned-up white-shirt.
"Besides, they also make you hot", Adrian helpfully added when Sydney failed to comment on his astute observation.
"Huh", Sydney said noncommittally, putting on her shoes. "What would you say about humans?"
Adrian mulled it over a few seconds before his visage brightened. "Tacos!"
"Tacos?", Sydney exclaimed, bamboozled, stopping her movements to see whether her boyfriend had actually lost his mind.
"Think about it, you guys are all so brittle and fragile on the outside, full of juicy, tantalizing nutrition on the inside", Adrian explained brightly, clearly on a roll.
"Good God!", Sydney shrieked with laughter, giggling as she picked up her hairbrush. "Tacos!", she exclaimed, chuckling again.
Adrian smiled at her, clearly pleased at making her laugh, and scanned his brains trying to continue his ludicrous analogy. "Well, tacos might be a bit derogatory, you know because that would be viewing you all just as a food source, so maybe….I know, profiteroles! You can be tasty and pretty too, now!"
"Stop, Adrian, stop!", Sydney shrieked again, tears of laughter in her eyes. "From appetizers to desserts, only God knows how you come up with these."
Adrian wanted to say that it was her, that Sydney inspired him, but stating his poignant thoughts would make them both sad and make it harder to hold out-to yearn one another's company-till the morrow. So, for the sake of maintaining the jocular atmosphere, he grinned boyishly at her. "And you didn't even hear what I think about moroi!"
Sydney finished tying up her ponytail and checked it from all sides and then slipped her bag on her shoulders, trying to prolong their stolen moment. When she couldn't do that anymore, she asked him, a smile already stretching her lips, "Tell me, Adrian, what are the moroi like?"
"Boiled eggs!", Adrian supplied promptly. "We're pale from the outside and you don't know what magic we have, till you see it. Just like not knowing if your boiled egg has a runny yolk or a hard one."
Sydney looked at him for a full minute, unable to give an adequate response, before she shook her head indulgently and replied tenderly, "Never change, Adrian. Just…remain the same."
She came to him and pecked his lips for a moment before turning around and walking out of his house, his hilarious analogy still vivid in her mind. His parallelism made it easier to bear waiting to meet him the next day.
That day, however, Sydney received weird looks from the gang for bursting into peals of laughter over their Mexican take-out dinner of tacos. Fragile on the outside, and juicy inside indeed.
Well, what did you think? Don't forget to review!
Oh, and if you had to do a food-analogy to describe humans/humanity, what would you choose? I (initially) thought of croquembouche but one of my best friends has almost convinced me we resemble pasta. What do you think?
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