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"Don't. You. Dare," Daniel deadpanned as he narrowed his gaze on me, his sea green orbs following my every movement closely.
Apparently unamused by our staring competition, Clarie let out an exasperated sigh. "Guys. How about finishing the toasts in your hands first?"
Daniel's attention on me dissipated temporarily as he turned to her voice. "Babe, you know food is food." Clarie gave him one of her famous "really dude?" looks in return.
Seizing the perfect golden chance, I quickly snatched the piece of abandoned bacon on the brown wrapping paper and shoved it into my mouth. The heavenly saltiness and juiciness exploded in an instant, blessing my greedy taste buds with its entrancing taste. Mum really has mad cooking skills.
The look on Daniel's face was priceless as he suddenly veered back to me with his mouth hanging opened. "Oi! That's mine!" He tried to grab my toast as revenge; but being the lanky panky guy I was, he was hopelessly out of reach. I only grinned in glee at him. "Technically; it had fell off your toast so it wasn't yours anymore."
"You this mothe-"
"There, there. You can have mine, silly," Clarie comforted him quickly to prevent the incoming string of unflattering curses from his foul mouth.
Thank god Clarie was here to babysit Daniel. Or else, my poor ears would have to suffer from his incessant nagging strewn with an unending list of rude words.
Surprisingly, Daniel began whining like a petulant child as Clarie pulled her strip of bacon out of her toast.
"Noooo you should eat more. It's not your fault that someone stole my food," He glared at me at the last bit of his sentence, which I only shrugged in response before taking a huge bite of my breakfast.
"What can I say? I'm the winner. Deal with it, dude," I smirked evilly for extra good measure.
He was about to open his mouth to protest before Clarie interrupted him. "Nah, I don't particularly like beef bacon anyway," she scrunched up her nose before feeding Daniel her bacon, which he wolfed down happily like a chubby puppy. "Now what?" She scowled at my stare.
"How can you not like beef bacon?" I stared at her in disbelief. How could anyone not like beef? That must be one of the most scrumptious meats that had ever existed on earth itself.
In terms of eating habits, the three of us were like dinosaurs really: Daniel was the Tyrannosaurus, Clarie the Seismosaurus and I the Ornithomimus. (I apologized on behalf of my geeky side...it simply meant Daniel could passed as a carnivore, Clarie as a herbivore and me? A herbivore.) I couldn't recall a time when Clarie had not finished her food completely. She was one of the rare kinds who was hellbent on eating every last bit of her food off her plate against the protest of her taste buds and a full stomach.
"Never. Waste. Food," she had said solemnly before shoving her seventh slice of pizza down her throat right in front of us in the last pizza party.
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