The table, all they knew.
The table, all they would ever know.
As far as the investigators of Tableton were concerned, the table was enough for them to live their lives in peace. Little did they know... Something big, was cooking.
Juuzou Suzuyolk laid there on his big white plate next to his boyfriend, Seidou Baconzawa. He wiggled his way closer to him ready to wake him up. It was morning and the sun was burning strong, Juuzou could feel it on his moist yolk. Shinohara Pankinori was a few centimetres away conversing with his wet coworker Akira Milkdo.
"It's been lonely around here since Koutarou was swiped away by Lunchgiri, I hope he's okay but it honestly isn't likely whatsoever. He may have been eaten but by those awful utensils." Sighed Akira while looking down at Shinohara's flat form.
He attempted to comfort her by patting her cold glass side with his fluffy edge, "I know it's difficult to lose someone as hard working as him but we have to stay hopeful... For Seidou's sake." Seidou used to be a huge fangirl over Koutarou so it was deemed challenging to have watched him be swept away. Seidou could hardly even move to look his boyfriend in the eyes, his eyes filled with the guild of him not being able to save Koutarou. Despite Juuzou's best efforts he couldn't motivate Seidou to do... Well, anything. He wouldn't do anything but sit there a huge, crispy, mess of emotions.
"CoMe oN SeiDOU, you can't lie there forever." Juuzou moaned desperately awaiting a response. Nothing but a limp sizzle could escape Seidou's hardened, salty lips. Juuzou wouldn't give up though, he'd make Seidou smile, laugh or even just speak. Juuzou could never possible give up hope for him, he just loved Seidou too much.
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Breakfast, A Tokyo Ghoul FanFiction
ФанфикJuuzou is an egg. Shinohara is a pancake. Seidou is the bacon. Akira is a glass of milk. Amon? Well, he's the fork.
