A/N -- I got raspberries yesterday at the store, and ate them like this. Why? Because if you've ever watched Amélie you'd understand.

This is 140w. And I'm really happy with myself because I have a lot of issues writing short things. 

 

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Raspberries

 

Plop.

 

Plop.

 

Smack.

 

Smack.

 

“Would you stop?”

“Stop what?” came the muffled reply.

“This.”

 

Kris grabbed Tao’s hand, fingers topped with raspberry hats. Tao smirked, shaking his head. Kris sighed, letting go of Tao’s hand.

 

“You’re childish.”

“It’s fun.”

 

Plop. Smack. Mmm.

 

“Tao, quit it.”

“Not gonna,”

“I swear to god—“

 

Tao seized Kris hand, sticking some raspberries on the tips of the older’s long digits.

 

“Try it.” Kris rolled his eyes, but obliged, sticking his forefinger into mouth. The raspberry was sweet, tangy, and juicy. Kris looked at Zitao, who was looking quite smug. “So..?”

 

Kris stuck his middle finger, his pinky, his thumb in his mouth, eliciting an mmmm in response. Tao giggled.

 

“I told you so.”

“Shut up.”

 

Kris picked up the container, sticking the red berries on the ends his and Tao’s fingers.  Plop, smack. Yum.