Everyone's whipped for each other, it's too obvious.
[This is purely self-indulgent and a snippet to a certain Master Attendant's life]
Started 》13th of May, 2020
Ended 》7th Of June, 2020
It's common knowledge to every food soul out there that Whiskey and Spaghetti are the scheming duo, finding ways to tick off nearly everyone but mostly the Italian Trio and B-52.
Cassata and Brownie are pissed to no end but okay...
But it's new knowledge - and could even be called blackmail - that they are, in fact, dating. Shocking, I know, but not too shocking.
"AKUMA STOP BREAKING THE 4TH WALL!"
"Sorry, Attendant."
Ume Ochazuke accompanied Sukiyaki, Tempura, and Miso Soup on the way to Torii Institute, where they know Sanma and the kids are usually situated in.
"Eh? Whiskey and Spaghetti are dating? That's new." Ume Ochazuke faced Miso Soup as she followed behind Sukiyaki, a frown visible on her lips as she tried to comprehend it.
"I once heard them making out in the storage room on the way to Master Attendant's office weeks prior." Miso didn't fight the smirk playing his lips, brushing his hair back away from his eyes to see better. "It seems like Whiskey is the uke."
When Miso took a glance at Ume's expression, she pulled her usual smirking face that screams nothing but danger, her eyes darkening that mainly scares the shit out of every food soul due to her malicious personality.
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"Oh no." Miso Soup shook his head, not liking whatever scheme she has in her head.
"What? I didn't even say anything yet!"
"I know that face. We are not going to find out if they're dating or not."
"Ugh! Fine, I'll let them come out of the closet whenever they like."
》Meanwhile《
9:45 AM Wednesday, A random dark alleyway
"Ngghh~." Whiskey moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Spaghetti's neck to pull him closer, leaning against the graffitied wall of the alleyway. "Spaghetti..."
The redhead simply hummed, his hands resting on the skin of the other's hips, rubbing circles on it every once in a while.
Whiskey fiddled with the buckle of the other's belt with one hand and the other palming his growing erection, eliciting low groans from Spaghetti as they pulled away from the kiss.
