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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for "fic_promptly"'s Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Hisoka, Tsuzuki tries to replace Hisoka's grocery lists with new, all sugar, lists..
Now that Hisoka and Tsuzuki were sharing the same apartment, grocery shopping had become a bit of a hassle, especially given the fact that Hisoka was conscious of his health (a habit that he'd carried over into his afterlife) and now he was living with "the king of the sweet-tooths. When he shopped, he kept to this regimen to the letter, though the results made Tsuzuki whine:
"How am I supposed to keep up my energy on this stuff?"
"You get tired because your body has grown dependent on processed sugar," Hisoka replied patiently. "If you eat more fruit, you'll have a healthier kind of sugar in your system."
"But I'm dead already: does it matter what I eat?" Tsuzuki replied. "It's not like it's going to kill me, though sometimes I wonder."
"Vegetables and fruit are not going to kill you," Hisoka said, simply. "But even if you're dead, it's not a bad idea to take care of your health."
"Terazuma smokes: you don't give him grief about it," Tsuzuki groused.
"True, but I'm not fussing over Terazuma: I'm fussing over you," Hisoka noted. This got a smile from Tsuzuki, which settled the matter for the moment.
Fortunately, when Tsuzuki did the shopping, he respected Hisoka's requests and dutifully brought home bags of fresh fruits and vegetables and waxed paper-wrapped fish, though Hisoka rarely failed to find a cake smuggled in at the bottom of one of the bags. He gently chided Tsuzuki about this, who was remorseful and promised to stick to the things that actually were on Hisoka's list.
But he knew this remorse wouldn't last and that the shoe would drop eventually.
He'd taken to hanging up his list on a cork message board on a wall in the kitchen, which was likely where he'd faltered, since it set him up for a fall, albeit a harmless one.
He'd been in such a hurry that he'd flicked the list off the cork board without looking at it. It wasn't until he'd actually arrived at the market that he looked at the list:
1 dozen chocolate cupcakes
1 tiramisu cake
1 dozen red velvet cupcakes
1 package Oreos (if you can find them)
"Tsuzuki," Hisoka muttered, stopping halfway through the list and shaking his head, annoyed but endeared. It was hard to stay annoyed with or at Tsuzuki for long; to do otherwise would be like staying mad at a mischievous puppy. Even still, Hisoka would either have to trudge back and find out where his roommate had hidden his list, or go from memory. He was more inclined to the latter, though he was going to buy a huge bunch of broccoli for Tsuzuki's dinner...
Now that Hisoka and Tsuzuki were sharing the same apartment, grocery shopping had become a bit of a hassle, especially given the fact that Hisoka was conscious of his health (a habit that he'd carried over into his afterlife) and now he was living with "the king of the sweet-tooths. When he shopped, he kept to this regimen to the letter, though the results made Tsuzuki whine:
"How am I supposed to keep up my energy on this stuff?"
"You get tired because your body has grown dependent on processed sugar," Hisoka replied patiently. "If you eat more fruit, you'll have a healthier kind of sugar in your system."
"But I'm dead already: does it matter what I eat?" Tsuzuki replied. "It's not like it's going to kill me, though sometimes I wonder."
"Vegetables and fruit are not going to kill you," Hisoka said, simply. "But even if you're dead, it's not a bad idea to take care of your health."
"Terazuma smokes: you don't give him grief about it," Tsuzuki groused.
"True, but I'm not fussing over Terazuma: I'm fussing over you," Hisoka noted. This got a smile from Tsuzuki, which settled the matter for the moment.
Fortunately, when Tsuzuki did the shopping, he respected Hisoka's requests and dutifully brought home bags of fresh fruits and vegetables and waxed paper-wrapped fish, though Hisoka rarely failed to find a cake smuggled in at the bottom of one of the bags. He gently chided Tsuzuki about this, who was remorseful and promised to stick to the things that actually were on Hisoka's list.
But he knew this remorse wouldn't last and that the shoe would drop eventually.
He'd taken to hanging up his list on a cork message board on a wall in the kitchen, which was likely where he'd faltered, since it set him up for a fall, albeit a harmless one.
He'd been in such a hurry that he'd flicked the list off the cork board without looking at it. It wasn't until he'd actually arrived at the market that he looked at the list:
1 dozen chocolate cupcakes
1 tiramisu cake
1 dozen red velvet cupcakes
1 package Oreos (if you can find them)
"Tsuzuki," Hisoka muttered, stopping halfway through the list and shaking his head, annoyed but endeared. It was hard to stay annoyed with or at Tsuzuki for long; to do otherwise would be like staying mad at a mischievous puppy. Even still, Hisoka would either have to trudge back and find out where his roommate had hidden his list, or go from memory. He was more inclined to the latter, though he was going to buy a huge bunch of broccoli for Tsuzuki's dinner...
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Date: 2012-06-25 02:44 pm (UTC)Hee! This is so in character. Thank you!
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Date: 2012-08-01 05:44 am (UTC)(Having a sweet tooth myself, I don't think Tsuzuki will find the broccoli so bad. Enough butter and salt, and it can be tastily unhealthy.)