im gonna munch, im gonna crunch
Festivals are a time to celebrate what the world has to offer. Whether that be an array of food that caters to every taste, music that compels you to move your feet to its rhythm, or just the company of those you care about, these fleeting ceremonies are to be treasured every time they come around. To people like Götz, however, the sudden explosion of colors and sensations can be a bit overwhelming. All the people milling about and the chatter between them, the scents of everything around him, especially the cake in Emyr’s hand…
“You know, if you want some, all you have to do is ask!”
Ah, he’s been found out.
“No, no…I’ll be fine, it’s yours, after all…” he muttered in response, silently cursing Emyr’s keen eye.
He would not be fine.
It’s not like he could be blamed, the chocolate crumbs dotting Emyr’s cheek made him look so cute- and the cake appetizing, of course. It was a work of art, spongy soft chocolate bound with thick buttercream and decorated with fresh fruit, all on a stick, no less! He’d never had something like it, and the curiosity was starting to tickle at his nose.
“Your tail is telling me different,” Emyr’s words were interspersed with laughter, calling attention to the massive amount of fluff that was Götz’s tail kicking up an absurd amount of dust as it thumped the ground. “I don’t mind sharing, you know!”
Here Götz came to a crossroads. On one hand, he felt wrong taking someone else’s food, on another, he was offering…
Luckily for him, Emyr didn’t give him time to ruminate. As soon as the offer was put out a stick of sugary baked goodness was shoved in his face, and as logic dictates, he instinctively took a bite. For every bit as good as it looked, it tasted ten times better. Had he not been a man of better constitution, he might’ve passed out due to the sheer amount of sugar. It might’ve been the best thing he’d ever eaten, with some room for exaggeration.
“I take it you’re a fan?” Emyr said with a smirk, reaching up to smudge off the frosting that had made its home on Götz’s nose. His tail wagged behind him as he did so, which Götz wouldn’t admit was sweeter than any pastry.
“Uh-huh,” was Götz’s reply. His eyes flashed from Emyr’s metronome of a tail back to the cake, temptation prickling at the tip of his tongue.
“Well, good thing I got two then, huh?” Emyr hummed as he put the stick squarely in Götz’s hands. “Never thought you’d be the sweets type, though.”
Götz blinked a bit, processing the gift. “Neither did I,” he said, tone direct and flat.
Emyr laughed again. “I guess this is a learning experience then, huh?”
“…I suppose…”
Then, Götz found Emyr grabbing at his wrist. “In that case, we have to put your taste buds to the test! Surely there’s enough sweets here to put us both in a coma!”
Götz would’ve replied in protest, but alas, his mouth was already full.