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Buddy frowned at the bowl in front of him, pushing the pudding around with his spoon into little mountains.
“What’s wrong, cookieboo? You’ve barely touched your gluten free double chocolate pudding.” Chase placed his hand on the table.
Buddy sighed, dropping his spoon into the bowl and crossing his arms, elbows resting on the table, “I’m just tired,” he averted his eyes, staring at a chip in the tiled floor.
“Nuh-uh.” Chase torted, “You’d eat chocolate in your sleep. The proof is in the pudding, something’s up.”
Buddy rolled his eyes, well Chase was perceptive, he’d give him that.
“Your pudding ₜₐₛₜₑ ₗᵢₖₑ…” Buddy mumbled.
Chase leaned forward, “What? I can’t hear you.”
“YOUR PUDDING TASTE LIKE EGGS” Buddy broke, a little started at how loud he’d raised his voice.
Chase sat there in shock, his spoon dropped dramatically from his hand clinking into his now empty bowl, “Y-you said it was good!”
“It is, it is good!” Buddy stammered, “It just… also tastes like eggs,” he sheepishly smiled.
Chase squinted his eyes, “You have tarnished my faith good sir!” He stuck his nose out to the side, crossing his arms in a huff.
“Oh boy, I’ve triggered ‘Old Timey Chase,’” Buddy snickered.
“No, no! Go on, regale me, how my gallinaceous crimes have offended your delicate palate.” Chase fumbled through, his face reddening with each syllable.
Buddy’s eyes widened, “Y-you actually used all those words correctly,” he pushed his hair to the side, “I’m honestly kind of impressed.”
“REALLY!” I thought for sure I used gallinaceous wrong— I mean,” he cleared his throat, “yeah that’s right, grovel to get back in my good graces,” a smile cracked through, spreading rapidly across his face.
“Yeah you did,”Buddy reached across the table, interlocking their fingers, “but your pudding still tastes like eggs.”