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Captain Isaac Higgentoot doesn’t find himself alone very frequently these days. He used to spend many endless moments alone, however, as of recently, he has gotten quite used to spending time in the constant presence of others. Well in the presence of one other, his darling fiancé Nigel.
Isaac sighs as he looks out the kitchen window. Nigel has requested time for ‘shed matters’ and Isaac knows that Nigel deserves his time to watch filthy ants, listen to Baxter play his silly instrument, or simply sit with his poems. Isaac also knows he is under no obligation to be at all happy about it.
A rustle of keys hits Isaacs ears and the colonial man turns to see Samantha and Jay making their way into the kitchen carrying some abomination of a beverage/dessert. These modern food stuffs are so complicated.
Isaac curiosity piques as Jay sets a tall plastic container on the table. The food stuff looks thick and an unnatural hue of pink, perhaps some kind of custard?
Isaac gasps as Jay unwraps a straw and viciously stabs his cup. The food stuffs fought back, bending the straw slightly.
“Oh man,” Jay sighs, once again stabbing the poor container with a twisting motion.
“What is this?” Isaac asks curiously.
“It’s tea!” Sam says gently putting her straw through her plastic cup. Sam pushes the beverage towards Isaac, who takes a whiff.
“That, is not tea,” Isaac declares. That isn’t to say the beverage smells bad, quite the opposite. It smells sweet and milky, if he were alive, he would most certainly partake in this foodstuff.
“It’s bubble tea,” Sam clarifies.
“Samantha, are you having a stroke?” Isaac says only partially jesting, “you know this liquid is in a cup and not a bubble, right?”
Sam rolls her eyes, “I’m not having a stroke.”
“Good to know babe?” Jay chimes in.
“Isaac is confused about the bubble tea.”
“Oh, yeah this a Taiwanese tea drink, it’s pretty different to the ol’ English breakfast tea you are used to,” Jay says making sure to add a very bad interpretation of Nigels lovely British accent.
Isaac cringes. Why must Jay insist on mocking his lover so?
“Jay’s black balls are called tapioca,” Sam adds, pointing to the bottom of the drink, which upon closer inspection did contain little black balls.
“Jay named his balls tapioca?” Trevor says as he waltzes into the kitchen, “Weird name.”
Isaac rolls his eyes. “That’s rich coming from a man whos beytsim are always on display,” Isaac mutters under his breath.
“Trevor, that’s gross, he means these,” Sam says as she switches her cup with Jays and sucks up a little black ball.
“Mmmm whipped cream,” Jay says as he examines the beverage his wife placed before him. Jay pops off the top of the drink and takes a large lick of the pile of whipped cream suspended on the bright pink ‘tea’. A small drop of melted cream runs down Jays lips and onto his stubbled chin. It was unexpectantly alluring. Isaac had eaten cream a few times during his life, but never like that. What he wouldn’t give to see Nigel indulge like this. Thick cream dripping down his fiancés gentle jawline, as Nigel moans, appreciating the favor and texture.
“Why do you let Jay eat all that cream, you know he is lactose intolerant,” Trevor points out, unhelpfully pulling Isaac from his fantasizing.
“You are the one who is being intolerant Trevor, I support Jays right to that strange beverage,” Isaac defends. It would be a true travesty to deny this man the pleasure of that ‘tea’. Not to mention how enticing it is watching Jay lick the thick milky topping off his chin.
“Well yeah, you aren’t playing D&D with Jay later,” Trevor points out, “we don’t need two major stinkentoots in this house.”
“Actually Isaac was only a Captain,” Sam comments.
“Thank you Sam,” Isaac replies.
Sam lifts her hand in a mock salute, and goes back to sipping her ‘tea’. How rude! Thank goodness his Nigel hadn’t been witness this level of disrespect!
“Is there no respect for rank in this household?” Isaac says. He deserves an apology.
“Oh don’t worry Isaac, we respect your rank,” Trevor says. It was close enough to an apology to… Trevor then pinches his nose and waves his hand in front of his face.
Sam obviously finds this gesture hilarious, because she nearly spits her tea out in a swarm of giggles.
“Okay, very funny, but try to be more respectful of rank infront of Nigel,” Isaac points out.
“You are so whipped Isaac,” Trevor says along with an accompanying noise and whipping hand gesture.
“Excuse me?”
“Whipped like the cream ontop of this tea,” Trevor points out.
“What?” Isaac says. That elaboration really didn’t clear anything up.
“Honestly, I’m surprised Nigel isn’t here right now?” Sam points out.
“He’s not?” Jay says, the man finally coming up for air. Isaac has missed all of the fun! “I assumed that when Isaac is around so is Nigel, so I guess he doesn’t have any feedback on my great british accent?”
“He thinks its atrocious and wishes you would stop,” Isaac replies.
Sam and Trevor give him a look. Trevors smirk grows very wide.
“Whipped Cream.”
Isaac could barely control his anticipation as he approaches the shed to collect Nigel for their afternoon parlay. Nigel had been taking care of shed matters all day and Isaac just simply couldn’t wait to tell Nigel about all his most recent adventures. Today, he smelt something called a ‘bubble-tea’. T’was not like any tea he had smelt before.
To think, a mere year ago they barely strolled once a year, and now they find themselves strolling everyday without fail. That isn’t to say they are in each others pockets, no matter what Trevor says. He isn’t sure what ‘whipped’ is, but Isaac is sure he isn’t it.
It was completely reasonable to spend hours everyday thinking about your fiancé. It wasn’t as though Isaac and Nigel do everything together. They have their own separate lives… well afterlives. In fact they had spent the entire day apart, thank you very much.
None of this stops Isaac’s heart from leaping in anticipation as he approaches the shed to see Nigel’s face peeking out the window. His darling eagerly waiting by the window for him. If Isaac still had a heart, it would be beating madly.
‘You are whipped like the cream on top of this tea’ Trevors voice echos in his mind.
What did Trevor even mean? Is Nigel the tea? Is Isaac whipping cream on top of Nig… Isaac gasps at the thought, surely that isn’t what Trevor means… Is it?
“Nigel, how was your day?” Isaac says, trying to wipe his current thoughts lest some of these thoughts escape his lips.
“Quite lovely,” Nigel starts, as the pair start to walk the well worn path to the lake, “Baxter and I patrolled the boarder and discovered an unusual sap, it was rather viscous and bright.”
‘Whipped cream’ Trevors voice leers in Isaacs mind as Nigel keeps talking.
“The discovery was of so much interest that Baxter played the ceremonial flute for promotions,” Nigel says, his face lighting up in wistful glee.
“Baxter promoted you, Nigel?” Isaac asks.
“Indeed, and that’s Colonel Chessum, to you Captain Higgentoot,” Nigel teases, his voice filled with glee.
His friends never call him by rank, or respect his rank. He worked hard for that rank. The Generals he had to schmooze.
“My troops only ever mention my rank in jest,” Isaac utters.
Besides him Nigel stops walking and places a hand on his shoulder.
“Well that simply shall not do,” Nigel says, “You did a remarkable job whipping your rag-tag group of rebels into shape. You are the cream of the crop, Captain Higgentoot.”
“Oh Nigel,” Isaac blushes, he really shouldn’t be so tickled pink by his lover calling him by his rank and praising his accomplishments, “you really don’t have to.”
“Oh, but I want to Captain Higgentoot,” Nigel says, leaning in so close he can feel Nigels breath on his neck, “it rolls of the tongue quite nicely.”
Isaac shudders in the intimacy. His lover respecting his military achievements as though they are important and even attractive. As though all his work in life to be remembered had worked. That he was someone important. It was unexpectedly alluring. As unexpectedly alluring as a single drop of cream dripping from a beautiful mans mouth,
“You know what else rolls off the tongue nicely,” Isaac says, reveling in his lovers soft gasp.
“You might need to enlighten me, Captain Higgentoot…”
Trevor would never admit it, but he really enjoys D&D nights. Originally, he had joined as a favour to Pete, because Jays particular quest needed 4 players, but over the last month he had really gotten into it. He would never admit it though. If anyone asks, he was only playing because Pete is pathetic and has nothing better to do on a Friday night.
“You approach the beautiful princess, she is holding some health pastries,” Jay says grabbing a small pink figurine and moving it to their players, “she looks deeply into your eyes and says...”
“Oh Captain Higgentoot!!!” Nigels shrill voice echos through the hallways.
“Come with me,” Jay continues.
“Yes, Yes, Yes,” Nigel yells again. “That creams my crumpets.”
Trevor is pretty proud of his boy. Sounds like Isaac is putting his rank to good use. Trevor looks around the room to many mixed reactions; Sass and Alberta are giggling, Pete looks horrified and Sam looks embarrassed.
“Uhhh babe? Do they say yes?” Jay asks into the silence.
“What?” Sam says blushing hard before nodding.
It was over 30 minutes before the group was interrupted again, this time by Isaac and Nigel themselves.
“Sounds like you had fun,” Trevor says to the couple, “Captain Higgentoot.”
Trevor smiles at Isaacs very prominent blush.
“We did indeed,” Nigel says on behalf of his partner, “Now we are heading to the shed.”
Trevor makes a whipping noise as Nigel takes Isaacs hand. Isaac seems very upset by this insinuation. Like really upset.
“I’ll have you know, Nigel and I are not whipped,” Isaac says, “We are both of full fat thick cream.”
Isaac huffs and turns on his heels as Isaac and Nigel leave the room.
“So… what do we think Isaac thinks whipped means?”