Clow, for all his faults and strange behaviors, had been a meticulous observer of dining etiquette. At 6pm sharp every evening, dinner had been served at a properly set table and everyone in the household – magical creation or not – had been gathered to partake (or at least stare vacantly at the lovely place-settings). Napkins were unfolded and graciously set into laps, salad forks polished and set to the left. Others were served first and one never reached across the table or helped himself to another’s plate.
This, Yue noted with some disgust, had all apparently been lost on his furry counterpart (which was all the more infuriating as Keroberos was the only one of two that actually bothered with all this eating business to begin with). Perhaps all those years locked in a book had damaged the part of his brain meant to retain such information, or perhaps after Clow’s passing he just couldn’t be bothered to care any longer – Yue couldn’t be certain about that. What he could be certain of – that horrible, sticky truth that stared him directly in the face and mocked his fond memories of Clow – was that against all logic and probably several creation spells, Keroberos had, across the span of these many years, managed to develop the feeding habits of a deranged scavenger bent on destroying the entire local ecosystem.
It wasn’t just that he’d waited for their master to be otherwise occupied before breaking into the pantry to pilfer her coveted box mix. Nor was it the way he’d emptied an entire bottle of golden syrup over the top of his stack, or given only the briefest consideration to adding the chocolate syrup as well before decided to drink that straight from the bottle. The noises he made while stuffing his gullet were disturbing, but failed to divulge the full scale of his gluttony.
No, it was really the way he caressed the plate with his tongue once the cakes themselves had been devoured, humming happily at each rediscovered crumb it ran across and leaving his face coated in a golden, sticky mess that left Yue staring in shock and wondering just how things had gone so wrong for this once majestic creature.
Keroberos groaned low in his throat and collapsed across the table, completely spent.
Actually, if Yue replaced “deranged scavenger” with “sex-starved teenager” (and heavens knew he’d been subject to enough of them in recent days), he found the metaphor worked all the better.
He shuddered and slunk back around the corner.
He had no idea why he’d even thought coming out for a bit of fresh air today was a good idea in the first place.
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The Love That Dare Not Scrape the Plate
Date: 2012-02-14 12:11 am (UTC)This, Yue noted with some disgust, had all apparently been lost on his furry counterpart (which was all the more infuriating as Keroberos was the only one of two that actually bothered with all this eating business to begin with). Perhaps all those years locked in a book had damaged the part of his brain meant to retain such information, or perhaps after Clow’s passing he just couldn’t be bothered to care any longer – Yue couldn’t be certain about that. What he could be certain of – that horrible, sticky truth that stared him directly in the face and mocked his fond memories of Clow – was that against all logic and probably several creation spells, Keroberos had, across the span of these many years, managed to develop the feeding habits of a deranged scavenger bent on destroying the entire local ecosystem.
It wasn’t just that he’d waited for their master to be otherwise occupied before breaking into the pantry to pilfer her coveted box mix. Nor was it the way he’d emptied an entire bottle of golden syrup over the top of his stack, or given only the briefest consideration to adding the chocolate syrup as well before decided to drink that straight from the bottle. The noises he made while stuffing his gullet were disturbing, but failed to divulge the full scale of his gluttony.
No, it was really the way he caressed the plate with his tongue once the cakes themselves had been devoured, humming happily at each rediscovered crumb it ran across and leaving his face coated in a golden, sticky mess that left Yue staring in shock and wondering just how things had gone so wrong for this once majestic creature.
Keroberos groaned low in his throat and collapsed across the table, completely spent.
Actually, if Yue replaced “deranged scavenger” with “sex-starved teenager” (and heavens knew he’d been subject to enough of them in recent days), he found the metaphor worked all the better.
He shuddered and slunk back around the corner.
He had no idea why he’d even thought coming out for a bit of fresh air today was a good idea in the first place.
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