Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 7

Dark sighed heavily, heading for the kitchen in search of something to eat. He felt like he hasn't ate anything for weeks. He would of thought Wilford was starving himself but he watched him scarf down enough servings for five people for dinner last night, and that wasn't counting dessert. Dark thought maybe Wilford had a high metabolism, which is why he eats so much sweets yet doesn't gain a pound, still managing to keep muscle. Wilford should consider himself lucky, Dark, can barley keep any muscle. 

He finally made it to the kitchen, finding himself alone, shockingly. Usually there was one or two egos in here, making breakfast or just hanging out, but it was empty, leaving him by himself. He did ask Wilford if he wanted breakfast, but he said he was gonna help Marvin unpack more in his room. Dark wasn't complaining about being by himself however, he did enjoy the peace and quiet, deciding to make coffee first. 

Dark went near a rack on a counter, finding his usual black coffee cup rubbing his eyes as he reached for it. He grabbed a hold of the cup and walker over to the coffee pot setting his pink cup-... wait.

Dark blinked, realizing that he grabbed Wilford's cup instead of his own. He looked at the cup, tapping his finger into the counter, trying to think of a logical reason he grabbed that one instead of his own. Then the term muscle memory went through his mind, which means the ability to reproduce a particular movement without conscious thought, which is required by doing the same movement frequently. So Wilford's body might of grabbed the pink cup because of how frequent Wilford does it. It was like an impulse. Dark shook his head sighing. "It's to early for this." He grumbled, turning on the coffee pot, letting it brew.

Dark had decided to use Wilford's cup. He didn't want the others egos catching him, asking why he was using Dark's cup instead of his own. Dark tapped his thumb against the counter once more, waiting for his coffee to be done. He closed his eyes, stretching slightly, finding that it felt rather good. Everytime he stretched in his own body, he would only become more stiffer, feeling like every bone in his body was dislodged. 

The once dark ego jumped at the sound of the coffee maker. A fast yet loud ding pulling him out of his thoughts. He hummed happily, taking the pot out, pouring the black hot liquid into his-or rather Wilford's pink cup, watching as the steam evaporated into the air. He then put the coffee pot back in its place, grabbing the coffee cup by its handle, lifting it up slightly, leaning his back against the counter. He started to blow on the coffee, starring off before bringing the hot liquid to his lips, closing his eyes as the tast of black coffee filling his mouth.

Dark's eyes suddenly snapped open, choking on the coffee as he ran to the sink, spitting it out, sticking his toung out, shaking his head like he had just drank a month old soda. 

He looked down at the coffee in confusion. The coffee tasted... bitter. But... He liked the bitter taste, he always drank coffee like this. 

Why doesn't it taste... sweet?

Dark blinked his eyes turning to the fridge, an unknown force pulling him to it as he opened it, his eyes landing on Wilford's cotton candy creamer. He stared at it for a second or two before scuffing,  rolling his pink eyes. "Like I'm gonna pore that tooth decaying... sweet... sugary... delicious." Dark looked around, making sure no one was watching as he turned back to it. "Maybe, just... a little drop." He whispered as he grabbed the creamer, taking it over to the bitter tasting coffee, pouring a drop into the cup. He then pulled a spoon out of one of the drawers, stirring the coffee, watching as it turned from black to light brown. 

After it was all stirred, he placed the spoon down, picking the cup up, staring down at it hesitantly, before bringing it to his lips once more. He took a tiny sip, his eyes snapping open in shock. It... tasted... so good, the taste of cotton candy filled his mouth. He sighed, smirking slightly before his eyes casted to the creamer, then looking back at the coffee. "A little bit more... shouldn't hurt." He said as he started to pour more into it, stopping only for him to shake his head. "Little more." He poured once more. "Lllliiitttllee more." Suddenly the creamer was empty, the coffee practicly more creamer than coffee.