Bonbonbonbonbon

Almost pursing his lips, almost smacking them, “Mmm, orange cream...” This expressed by Evan, the lust bun in scant clothes, less than enthusiastically. After a thought, he carefully passing the half bitten chocolate to tid horns.

Taking the half eaten piece in hand first, feeling it sticky, he quickly popped it in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully as he looked around the church. Like it was popped, bursted, the orange cream came out of the half chocolate shell, melting in the heat of his hot and well moist mouth like the flood of thick citrussy sugar it was, “Yes. Not a fan?”

The noncommittal shrug from the church bun, where once was curious enthusiasm, left much to the imagination, “It’s very sugary.” And really? It wasn’t a wrong examination of it. Anybody could look around at the plastic and paper wrappings, the containers and boxes of the same types of chocolates, and really imagine it as getting unbearable. Tid horns certainly imagined it was. And still, between the two of them, there were still a dozen gifted boxes of the exact same store brand assorted, and worse–those bursting mouthfuls of chocolate coated syrupy cherries.

Pretending to even consider it, and then speaking as if this pretense could make it true, “Better to have gotten than to have been forgotten.”

“Ah, yes.” Evan answered politely, and tid horns couldn’t help but have guessed ‘No, actually, not at all.’

And tid horns felt the side of a box against his arm before turning his head to look over, another piece of chocolate with orange cream half dripping out of it, on the lid of a box–oh, just for him?! Begrudgingly taking it with a smile, he popped the whole thing in his mouth and thought about the trip up to the empty church not long before this moment. A few still had extra boxes of chocolate out to give as they were leaving, and really, church goers were only so imaginative. Only so generous, with their choices of store brand chocolate boxes.

Sadly, no doubt Evan was probably more happy to receive the church goers this morning themselves, rather than their sweet little boxes of Matentine’s tradition. Because he wanted to honor the people who seemed to view him affectionately, here they were, whittling down this supply of chocolates. Evan hadn’t been more happy to have him sit in with him to eat all these chocolates, hadn’t been more happy to have an extra mouth to share chocolates with...

…grabbing one of the less familiar looking boxes of chocolate, recognizing it from the stack tid horns himself collected today from acquaintances and friends, past clients…plastic crinkling, paper tearing, once the packaging was off, “...” Despite tid horns not being picky with sweets, he was hesitant in the face of dark chocolates.

Grabbing a chocolate with an almond embedded on it, turning it over, the sloth succubun brought it to his mouth and bit in half with a quiet snap. Chewing it thoughtfully, deciding he didn’t really like it despite a better chocolate smoothness, he reached out and stuck the remaining half of it on the lid that was to once again touch his arm.

“Don’t like almonds?”

Lips pursuing a little, gaze from over the church pews flicking back to Evan, “I like them sweeter.” With that, Evan turned from his spot and reached out, lifting the whole box from tid horn’s hands and obviously staking claim to the rest of the dark chocolate.

But, not before passing two unopened–plastic sealed packets of those vile syrupy chocolate covered cherries.

And in turn, the sloth bun took them in hand and didn’t open them, instead electing to set them aside on a small stack to grab another box off the other. Holding it up, he immediately knew who gifted him this box. He had received it in the mail from his old apartment, now storage space. No name or card attached, but he knew. Dropping it and startling Evan, tid horns held his face in his hands and sighed.

“Ah, are you well?”

“Ahhh…why am I so tired already?”

Mostly regarding the sloth bun in a long silence of confusion, but respectfulness to not ask, Evan chewed on a dark chocolate before reaching over to a pile of boxes and grabbing the thin box on top. Checking the front again, he pulled off the crinkling plastic and broke a card paper seal before reaching out and tapping the side of the tid horn’s arm.

Slowly, after a thought, dropping the hands from his face…tid horns noticed first the strong smell of coffee that must have been released at the opening of the box, before noticing the coffee beans embedded on the tops of each of whatever truffles these were sitting in the box.

Despite looking bitter, even just at a glance…inside, the coffee flavored syrup was nice and sweet.