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rainbowfic2025-05-21 10:16 am
verylongfarewell) wrote in rainbowfic2025-05-21 10:16 am
jasper #19; cattleya #7; calcite #26 | bad taste; adazakura
Name: Bad Taste
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite, cattleya
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette, vaudeville
Word Count: ~340
Rating: T
Warnings: Innuendo.
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BAD TASTE
The rice soup clung thick and sticky to her spoon, when she dragged it through the concoction in search of the few remaining pieces of chicken that had to be left on the bottom of the bowl, surely she couldn’t have eaten it all yet. Isamu had been generous with her serving and no doubt given her most of the meat, they’d been able to save throughout the day from the rain which had been beating down on both them and their gear from they embarked on their journey in the morning and until now, when they’ve made camp southwest of Edo. The horse had found shelter under a nearby tree and was grazing now, a pale shadow of white mane.
“Natsu-sama,” Isamu said quietly, but even without much intonation, his exasperation was clear. “Aren’t you too old to play with your food?”
“Haven’t you known me long enough to have learned already,” Natsu replied, finally locating a big lump of unevenly cut chicken flesh and fishing it out of its bed of soaked rice, looking at him mischievously over the rim of her bowl as she slurped her catch inside her mouth in a way that made him quickly look away with a blush. She, in turn, chewed the meat with some strain. It was days old. “Playing with what I’m going to eat is second nature.”
Isamu grunted something not terribly communicative and put his own bowl down on the ground by the small campfire they were huddling around, standing up and pulling out the horse’s cover, strapped to their gear, his undoubtedly tired legs crossing the long, wet distance to the tree without any other complaint than a no-nonsense, “unless it rains all day tomorrow as well, we should arrive in Edo by sunset.”
Finished chewing and studying her rice soup that looked sadly chicken-free at this point, Natsu also put down her bowl and her spoon and answered, “understood.”
Until bedtime, at least, she didn’t play anymore with her food that night.
Story: Adazakura
Colors: Jasper, calcite, cattleya
Supplies and Styles: Silhouette, vaudeville
Word Count: ~340
Rating: T
Warnings: Innuendo.
____________________
The rice soup clung thick and sticky to her spoon, when she dragged it through the concoction in search of the few remaining pieces of chicken that had to be left on the bottom of the bowl, surely she couldn’t have eaten it all yet. Isamu had been generous with her serving and no doubt given her most of the meat, they’d been able to save throughout the day from the rain which had been beating down on both them and their gear from they embarked on their journey in the morning and until now, when they’ve made camp southwest of Edo. The horse had found shelter under a nearby tree and was grazing now, a pale shadow of white mane.
“Natsu-sama,” Isamu said quietly, but even without much intonation, his exasperation was clear. “Aren’t you too old to play with your food?”
“Haven’t you known me long enough to have learned already,” Natsu replied, finally locating a big lump of unevenly cut chicken flesh and fishing it out of its bed of soaked rice, looking at him mischievously over the rim of her bowl as she slurped her catch inside her mouth in a way that made him quickly look away with a blush. She, in turn, chewed the meat with some strain. It was days old. “Playing with what I’m going to eat is second nature.”
Isamu grunted something not terribly communicative and put his own bowl down on the ground by the small campfire they were huddling around, standing up and pulling out the horse’s cover, strapped to their gear, his undoubtedly tired legs crossing the long, wet distance to the tree without any other complaint than a no-nonsense, “unless it rains all day tomorrow as well, we should arrive in Edo by sunset.”
Finished chewing and studying her rice soup that looked sadly chicken-free at this point, Natsu also put down her bowl and her spoon and answered, “understood.”
Until bedtime, at least, she didn’t play anymore with her food that night.