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[foolmetwice]

when imeeji decides to go too hard

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[foolishjourney]

[Lily's heart skips a beat at that, chin lifting a little in response]

I think I'd like that.

[foolmetwice]

[and almost immediately, Mars leans in, catching Lily's mouth in a firm but still chaste "welcome back" kiss]

[he won't say it, because he sucks with feelings, but. . . someone here was greatly missed]

[foolishjourney]

[Lily kisses back with equal feeling, lips curled upwards slightly in a smile against Mars' mouth as the kiss concludes. he does one quick additional peck before they fully pull apart, giving Mars' hand a soft squeeze]

...I bet I can eat more than you.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . THOSE ARE FIGHTING WORDS, LILY]

Bring it on.

[and Mars leans in to steal one last quick peck for himself, before he stands and makes his way to the FOOD TABLES]

[foolishjourney]

[follows after him, fully prepared for the war he's incited]

You can even have a head start if you want.

[foolmetwice]

No way. I don't need any pity from you.

[immediately going for the meat skewers. MEAT!!]

[foolishjourney]

[meat competition it IS]

Should it be a race to see who can eat the most, or who can eat a certain amount the fastest?

[foolmetwice]

The most, but with the time limit.

Whoever eats the most food in thirty minutes wins.

[Mars is a young grasshopper]

[foolishjourney]

You're on.

[and about to be HUMBLED]

[foolmetwice]

[EXTREMELY HUMBLED. nobody beats an Arisato in an eating contest, not even when they have amnesia]

Ready, then?

Go!

[TIME TO DIG IN]

[foolishjourney]

[time to experience how much of a black hole your boyfriends stomach truly is, because he is just annihilating this plate of food]

[foolmetwice]

[holy shit]

[it's so impressive that Mars stops eating just to watch]

. . .

[and it is this moment that he realizes he is in way over his head]

[foolishjourney]

[do you really want to see how much he can eat in 30 minutes]

[foolmetwice]

[touches Lily's shoulder]

You're going to give yourself a stomach ache.

Probably.

[foolishjourney]

That's quitter talk.

[foolmetwice]

[opens mouth]

[closes it again]

[draws back and forgoes actually competing to just. . . continue watching. so yah he does want to see how much his boyfriend can inhale in 30 minutes]

[foolishjourney]

[the answer is: way too much

why would you let this happen]

[foolmetwice]

[checks the time on his phone]

[looks up again]

[checks the time on his phone]

[looks up again]

. . . hey, it's been thirty minutes. . .

[foolishjourney]

Already? That was quick.

[foolmetwice]

[reaches out to poke his stomach]

Where does it even go. . .

[foolishjourney]

[squirms a little, he's ticklish!!]

A black hole into another dimension.

The meat dimension.

[foolmetwice]

[. . . cute. . . POKES AGAIN]

And the meat dimension doesn't give you a stomach ache?

[foolishjourney]

[swats at his hand!! but he doesn't actually seem too bothered about it, it's more playful]

I can't be crippled by stomach aches, I'm too powerful.

[foolmetwice]

Good.

[grabs Lily by the hand and tugs him away from the buffet, onto the dance floor]

Because you and the meat dimension have to dance now.

[foolishjourney]

[follows along without complaint!]

I'm too full to do a cool flip or anything, so you'll just have to settle for regular dancing.