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It was late and dark, everyone had already fled to their homes, getting ready for celebrating the upcoming Holidays, leaving the streets empty and snowed in. You just came back home after a week of delegation, exhausted and homesick, hoping that your boyfriend would at least welcome you with warm tea after you almost frozen on your way home.
You were not wrong, the tea was ready, steaming hot and waiting for you on the kitchen table, as well as his embrace, ready to warm you up despite your ice-cold hands; you didn’t miss the opportunity to slide them under his shirt, earning some terrified scream. The tea, and something to eat, was all you needed after the trip.
To fulfill the craving for the second part of that statement, you reached to check what you had in the fridge, so you won’t starve before you’ll bring an excessive amount of food from your family on the next day. To your surprise, the bright white inside of the fridge was… Empty. Completely nothing, maybe except the half-filled box of orange juice, a wilted bunch of parsley, and an empty package after lactose-free cheese.
“Sweetie, why the fridge is empty?”
“What do you mean?” Obito looked with confusion from above his teacup, “you were supposed to do some shopping before the shops would be closed for the Holidays.”
“No, no. You were supposed to do that, while I was away on delegation…?”
“I thought you were supposed to do that. I was working late… And you have such a big suitcase!”
“I just came back after a week of leave!” You didn’t expect that. You thought you are with an adult, responsible man not a reckless child. “Unbelievable… What have you eaten during the past week?”
“Oh, you know. Take-outs, some instant ramen there was in the cupboards…” He rolled his eyes, seeing your angry stance and arms crossed, knowing very well that playing innocent won’t work this time. “Okay, I’m sorry! I should think of that, I didn’t. I will see online if anything is open around us...” Obito unlocked his phone, tapping a few times and putting his question in Google’s search box.
“I haven’t seen anything on the way from the train station,” a loud, disappointed sigh left your throat, and you too unlocked your phone starting to roam through the take-out apps. “I’ll see if we can order anything…”
But it was futile. The closest place you could buy anything, (and by “anything” you could understand the chocolate bars. cola and chips) was quite far away, meaning that the one who would decide to go there would be out at least for an hour. And the only pizzeria open in the neighborhood was swamped enough to finish their jobs at 2 AM, and they refused to take any orders more, leaving you without the solution.
“It’s impossible. We have to have something, anything?” The man whined while searching another cabinet.
“No, not even the instant ramen, you ate all of it.”
He dived into another cupboard, after good 15 minutes of ineffective searching everywhere, finally, with a loud rumble pulling a few blue round metal tins. “What is this? Why do we have like four tins with sewing supplies?”
“Wait, I keep these somewhere else…-” You opened one of the boxes, and to your surprise and bit of happiness you saw neatly stacked golden butter cookies. “These are not sewing things! They’re full of actual cookies!”
Obito raised his eyebrow, “you’re a psychopath, aren’t you? You’re gonna kill me in my sleep someday.”
“Quit joking or I will. At least we can survive until tomorrow morning until we’ll go to my family...”
“Yeah, let’s eat!” Obito almost jumped in place, opening the other tin so vigorously he almost scattered the inside around him.
“Wait, wait, wait. We need to get through the whole afternoon and evening, we should eat them slowly, not stuff our mouths with them!”
“So what? You want to ration cookies?”
“You have a better idea?”
For a brief moment, Obito looked disappointed, almost hurt - like a child that had a toy in his hands and had to put it back on a shelf, or if he had a favorite candy but was forbidden to eat anyway. But it was only a brief moment - within a second his expression went from cheerless to clearly have some idea in his mind - the spark in his eyes, the small smirk growing on his lips were very distinctive, and you knew he just thought of something and was proud of it.
“Actually, I do,” from one of the cabinets he pulled the colorful game box, with a significant man with a mustache, monocle, and a black top hat.
“A monopoly?”
“Yeah. If we’re gonna fight over food and destroy our relationship in the meantime, we better do it with style.”
You snorted, holding the laughter. The idea wasn’t bad - at least it would take your attention from your stomach’s grumbling and demanding more food, and let you control how many of these you both have eaten, “okay then, what’s your plan?
“Oh simple. Once you buy a lot or a house you take one cookie,” he started to prepare the board and cards, putting the green and red little houses in the separate partitions and handled you the money to divide it.
“That’s it?”
“Do you need more?”
“How about we spice it up a little?” You opened all the tins and counted quickly the cookies inside. “We have 120 cookies, so that would mean 110 will be used for all lots and housing. How about the water and electric have one cookie as well.”
“Seem fine. How about stations?”
“Two cookies, it’s a rarity.”
“Ooooh, I like it. Anything else? I’m hungry already,” he grabbed his belly to emphasize the fact like the loud grumble wasn’t enough, while you divided the cookies on the lot area.
“Yes, one more. When you stop on income and super tax, along with the money you put a cookie in the middle of the board if we have one. Just like the payout variation.”
“But only from these two?”
“Yeah, jail and the card fees would pretty much ruin us.”
“Okay, whatever you want. Let’s play already.” you picked your pawn and rolled the dice to see who would go first. Unlucky, it wasn’t you, and he was the first to manage to buy a lot. With a triumph he raised the round cookie, looking at it with adoration. “Hello, my sweet butter biscuit,” right after he said his praises, he stuffed his mouth full with it, groaning with utter satisfaction. “Oh my god, it’s so good, I need to win more.”
As the evening went up furthermore, the number of cookies on the table and in boxes was decreasing, but so was your fake money, but increasing the amount of already eaten or just hoarded cookies. Bot of you decided to use the strategy of buying as many as you can and then hope to gather enough resources to buy first houses. And again, you were the unlucky one - Obito was the one to luckily get first houses on quite expensive fields, and right after that happened you had to end your move on this exact lot.
“Pay up,” his hand reached to you in a greedy gesture, with a wide smile glued on his lips.
Well, there was just a tiny problem… You were low on money, and you needed to save some for the upcoming builds you have already planned - fortunately, you had an idea in mind. “Hmmm… How about I pay you 200$ and give you three cookies?”
“Oh deal,” Obito agreed without a sign of hesitation, immediately devouring the cookies you gave him, “thank you.”
It was unbelievable, how Obito ate almost every cookie he had during the game, easily putting at least half of the reserve you had in his stomach, while you still had quite a lot of your ‘other currency’ , eating them slowly. Which only gained greedy stares from your boyfriend, planning so obviously how to steal them from you.
“You know if you can’t eat anymore... Gimmie~”
“No! It’s my currency now!” You rolled dice and again landed on an area that belonged to Obito. “How much do I owe?”
“100$ and 6 cookies.”
“That’s unfair! I should be the one who proposes that instead of the money.”
“My lot my rules.”
“Idiot,” there was no point in arguing with Obito, he was ready to fight to get these. So when you slid the demanded amount towards him, almost instantly he ate all of them with a pleased groan and wide smile.
There weren’t much of your payment supplies left, so it was time to end the game and call it a night.
You woke up in the middle of the night, abruptly torn from some pleasant dream with the other side of your bed empty, and the light in the bathroom seeping with a thing bright line under the doors. For a moment, you thought it’s nothing and started to fall asleep back, but the painful groan alarmed you, made you get up from bed and start knocking on the doors.
“Darling? Everything okay?” You couldn’t hide the concern in your voice.
“No,” the voice from the other side answered you after a moment, “my tummy hurts.”
You couldn’t say you didn’t see it coming; he ate an excessive amount of butter cookies so his stomach now made a predictable revolution. Still, you felt bad that your boyfriend was in pain. “I’m gonna make you some tea, okay?”
"With mint?"
"With mint," you assured.
Another groan echoed from the bathroom, so there was nothing left but to make him promised beverage, and pray that tomorrow your family won’t put exactly the same cookies, their favorite ones, on the Christmas table.