[Yami no Matsuei] "Candy is Dandy... "(PG)
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matrixrefugeeAuthor's Note: Written for "Author's choice, Author's choice, comforting someone who's eaten too much candy" The theme was Halloween, but it decided to be an Easter story.
"I don't know why you gave up candy for Lent anyway: you aren't even a Christian," Hisoka noted, looking down at Tsuzuki, on that Easter Sunday evening.
"It tastes so much sweeter after I haven't touched it in forty days," Tsuzuki replied, morosely holding his aching sides as he lay sprawled on the couch.
"A dozen Cadbury Cream Eggs?! You're either a glutton for punishment or just a glutton," Hisoka groused, glaring at the foil wrappers scattered across the floor.
"Have you ever tried one? they're so delicious, it's hard to eat just one," Tsuzuki said. "I might still have one..."
"No thanks," Hisoka said, kicking a yellow and purple cardboard tray. "And what's with the Peeps? Marshmallows covered in sugar? That's like you're asking for diabetes."
"That's not gonna happen: I'm dead anyway and I heal fast," Tsuzuki replied. "Besides, they're nice and soft."
"But did you have to eat a whole one pound bag of Mini-Eggs?" he demanded, his eye on a crumpled purple bag on the arm of the couch.
"You have to have chocolate on Easter, if you've given up candy for Lent."
"And all this after a ham dinner."
"Easter's about celebrating life."
"We're death gods. Though I suppose we help define life." Hisoka relented at the slightly dismayed look in Tsuzuki's violet eyes. "You want me to find you some Pepto-Bismol?"
"Yeah, it might settle my insides," Tsuzuki said, looking down at his slightly swollen middle.
"I don't know why you gave up candy for Lent anyway: you aren't even a Christian," Hisoka noted, looking down at Tsuzuki, on that Easter Sunday evening.
"It tastes so much sweeter after I haven't touched it in forty days," Tsuzuki replied, morosely holding his aching sides as he lay sprawled on the couch.
"A dozen Cadbury Cream Eggs?! You're either a glutton for punishment or just a glutton," Hisoka groused, glaring at the foil wrappers scattered across the floor.
"Have you ever tried one? they're so delicious, it's hard to eat just one," Tsuzuki said. "I might still have one..."
"No thanks," Hisoka said, kicking a yellow and purple cardboard tray. "And what's with the Peeps? Marshmallows covered in sugar? That's like you're asking for diabetes."
"That's not gonna happen: I'm dead anyway and I heal fast," Tsuzuki replied. "Besides, they're nice and soft."
"But did you have to eat a whole one pound bag of Mini-Eggs?" he demanded, his eye on a crumpled purple bag on the arm of the couch.
"You have to have chocolate on Easter, if you've given up candy for Lent."
"And all this after a ham dinner."
"Easter's about celebrating life."
"We're death gods. Though I suppose we help define life." Hisoka relented at the slightly dismayed look in Tsuzuki's violet eyes. "You want me to find you some Pepto-Bismol?"
"Yeah, it might settle my insides," Tsuzuki said, looking down at his slightly swollen middle.