Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy!

Giroro Presents: Dating the Enemy! Chapter 6

Cotton Legs and Frog Candy

"The last time I tried stuff like that, it was white, and it didn't taste very good...."

Dororo laughed gently. "Yeah, well, this is extremely different, Ms. Koyuki. Look-" He took a chunk of blue cotton candy and put it in his mouth. "Mmm. Nice and sweet. Try it."

Koyuki gave him a still look for a second, still contemplating, but then cautiously followed his lead and placed it in her mouth. She gasped delightedly. "It dissolves in your mouth!" She held her cheeks like she had tasted the most incredible thing in the world. "It tasted like a thin cloud of sugar! That was amazing, D!"

Dororo laughed again. "It does, doesn't it?"

"Shh!" Koyuki immediately stopped and hid behind the cotton candy cart. She ducked and was well aware of the presence before her. Dororo considered hiding with her for a moment, but decided against it. Hey- nobody knows who I am. At least, for the while. Being human had it's benefits.

He smiled briefly, trying not to cast too much attention on Giroro and Natsumi, who both pretty much awkwardly walked by each other, trying to entertain each other as they ate their hotdogs. Based on the limited conversation Dororo heard, the couple had already ridden on over half the rides- and they were saving the best for last- the Ferris Wheel.

Dororo put another bit of cotton candy in his mouth. The Ferris Wheel. He hoped against hope that Koyuki still wouldn't want to get on it. Ever since that dark, dramatic, drastic incident....

Koyuki must've sensed her Dororo's Trauma Senses, because she immediately dragged him away. "Hey, D? Is there other stuff here that I haven't tried?"

"Oh, I don't know," Dororo said, appreciative of the distraction. "Tell me the things you haven't tried, and we'll just go from there."

"Cool!" Koyuki inspected the food stands, tapping her chin as she gazed over the variety of foods. "I've never tried that!"

Dororo frowned slightly as he looked at what she was pointing at. "I don't know what that is, either." An obese, grease-stained man in the stand was washing some knives. Dororo rang his hand up in the air. "Um, sir? Excuse me, sir? Sorry, but, um, can you tell us what that is? Please?"

"Ah, magnifique!" The man said, kissing his greasy fingers. Dororo nor Koyuki could figure out what sort of accent he had, but whatever it was, it was very thick and hard to understand what he was saying. "True artists appreciate such a sweet and tender taste!" He put the unidentifiable food item on a plate and held it out to them. "Free sample! Try, try!"

Dororo and Koyuki took it gingerly and bit into them.

"Tastes kinda like chicken," Koyuki noted. "It's good, though."

"Ahh, amusant.Everyone says that about frogs legs."

Dororo's face paled to an extremity. He dropped the meat and ran off to find a trashcan.

"....I wish he would have told us that earlier," Giroro said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"You don't like frogs legs?" Natsumi asked, perking a brow. Not that she'd admit that it sounded truly disgusting, especially since some of the current residences of her household were frog-like aliens. But the way he reacted was somewhat similar to her own when she found out what the mysterious meat the French man had offered them. Anyway, she decided not to let it bother her. Maybe he had pet frogs or something.

"I don't find them.... appetizing, per say," Giroro muttered (Keroro and Tamama had grimaced and nearly vomited when they found out what he ate. Kururu simply laughed, which didn't help the situation any better, especially when Tamama had asked him if he had ever tried frog legs). He lagged his tongue out to get rid of the aftertaste. He did not want to develop a particular taste for cannibalism. If they were green and more froglike, he would never have considered trying it. But it looked and smelled so much like chicken...