Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Chapter 16 [Fairly Short]

9:30 PM
Tuesday, Restaurant

"I have an idea for a game." Jello announced, beckoning for everyone available to sit in a large circle in the midst of the closed restaurant. "How this is works is all of you are seated in a circle, the person who is going to be first has to give a pick-up line to the person on their right."

Jello pointed to Sukiyaki as an example. "For example, I picked Sukiyaki as the first person, so he has to give a pick-up line to the person on his right — which is Sakuramochi.

"The twist here is the one receiving the pick-up line MUST NOT either smile, cringe, or blush. When you pass, the game will continue."

"What happens if the one receiving reacts?" Bonito Rice questioned, leaning onto Raindrop Cake's wheelchair and resting his chin on top of the other food soul's head, which he doesn't seem to mind.

"Then they are eliminated and the game will progress." Jello beamed, holding a shit ton of blindfolds, handing half of them to Rice and moved to cover everyone's eyes. "Rice and I will rearrange all of you so it will be more fun~!

"And also, the receiver can reply, just no reactions."

Escargot, who has been watching the whole ordeal in the corner, let out a sigh as Rice and Jello arranged them in a circle, wide grins plastered onto their faces at whatever scheme they're doing.

"Done! You guys can take off the blindfolds!" Jello declared and everyone ripped it out of their eyes, looking around with confusion, disappointment, and shock, arising complaints and protests.

"This is so unfair!"

"WHY THE HELL AM I SEATED BESIDE HIM!?"

"Oh god, oh no."

"I will instantly get eliminated due to this arrangement!"

Want to know the arrangement from the first person to the last?

Gingerbread 》Cheese 》Cassata 》Pizza 》Raindrop Cake 》Bonito Rice 》Steak 》Red Wine 》Brownie 》B-52 》Beer 》Oyster 》Martini 》Fish & Chips 》Tequila 》Sukiyaki 》Sanma 》Vodka 》Dorayaki 》Sashimi 》Peking Duck 》Boston Lobster 》Yuxiang 》Turducken 》Hamburger 》Cola 》Chocolate 》Coffee 》Yellow Wine 》Sake 》Tiramisu 》Napoleon Cake 》Pastel de Nata

Yes, Rice and Jello did it on purpose.

"So, the others will have to wait until the first round is over." Jello gestured to the remaining food souls with a smile. "Sorry, guys. The single food souls are not off the hook, either."

"Ugh, let's get this over with!" Boston grunted, crossing his arms with a miniature glare in his eyes.

"Alright, then." Rice smiled and her head turned to face Gingerbread. "Gingerbread, you go first."

She smiled as she clasped her hands together, facing an unaware Cheese with a smirk. "Hey, Cheese, are you sure you're not tired?"

"Tired? No, why?" Cheese shook her head, blinking in confusion on what's to come afterwards, fiddling her fingers in nervousness.

"You've been running through my mind all day." Gingerbread placed a hand on her shoulder, watching in desperation, her eyes looking for any signs of reaction.

Cheese simply nodded but she knew inside, she's shrieking from cringe as she took a deep breath and faced Cassata, ignoring the pout forming on Gingerbread's lips.

"Cassata, I was wondering if you have an extra heart—" Cheese put a hand on her chest where the heart is located, a smile gracing her lips. "—because mine was just stolen."

"Gingerbread stole your heart, not me." Cassata shrugged his shoulders, internally chuckling at the other food soul's bark as a form of a threat, leaning closer to Pizza who scooted back with a small, awkward smile.

"Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?"

Pizza's laughed heartily along with a few others, a bright smile upon his face that could put the sun to shame, cheeks coloured a crimson hue as he tried to cover it all up. "I'm sorry, I can't—."

Cassata cheered as Pizza slid back with a defeated shake of a head, turning to Raindrop Cake who seems dejected of some sort.

He turned to Bonito Rice, whose ear twitched to the side, tilting his head expectantly.

"Didn't you tell me if you have time, you want to travel the world with Master Attendant, right?" Raindrop asked him. Bonito Rice nodded with a hum, eyes glinting with confusion.

Raindrop Cake extended a hand out to delicately touch Bonito Rice's ear, brushing his fingers against the fur. "You are the centre of my world, what other world travel do I need?"

Bonito Rice's cheeks turned beet red, obviously not expecting the smooth pick-up line from the most depressed food soul, turning his head away and covered his cheeks with his hands.

The circle erupted in a chorus of ohh's, shocked at how smooth Raindrop Cake delivered the line.

♡

5:00 AM
Wednesday, Restaurant

Their Master Attendant received a noise complaint on this day.

She stood over almost all of the food souls who were present in the game they were playing the night prior, kneeling down in front of her, head hung low and eyes casted down, too shamed to properly face her.

Akumu's eyes have pure, unfiltered rage in them, greatly disappointed at the usually strict food souls like Pudding joining the game — especially to Sanma and Raindrop Cake, who she could never fathom why they chose to join.

"I would usually let all of you off the hook if it's a Friday night." Her eyes scanned the crowd of guilty food souls, letting out a small breath of relief when the members of the Dragon Gang didn't show up. "But seriously, on a Tuesday night? Please, you guys have to be kidding me."

"I thought they would want to play a game to de-stress after a long day, Master Attendant." Jello voiced, clearly showing her immense guilt.

"I'm..." Akumu couldn't help but trail off, a hand on her forehead and shaking her head with a saddened sigh, an evident frown on her face.

"We're terribly sorry, Master Attendant." Brownie and Peking Duck mused in unison, looking up with pleading, sparkling eyes boring into her skull.

Their Master Attendant gulped down her tears and shook her head from side to side, saying. "All of you are dismissed but that doesn't mean I'm not upset."

Deep frowns are evident on their faces but most of them left the restaurant, leaving the few food souls who work there to fix the whole ordeal.