[ this time, choso is halfway through the motions of taking his first bite of his second slice of carefully-chosen cake (strawberry shortcake, soft and spongy with a delightful aroma of real berries and heavy cream made cloudlike and perfect) when the hand of a cruel god descends from above and whips the plate out of his careful grip.
with the laden fork frozen halfway to his mouth, choso looks Up, his nose wrinkling with the ineffable emotion that swells up in him at the sight of this floating mushroom. ]
You could at least do me the displeasure of demanding it first.
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with the laden fork frozen halfway to his mouth, choso looks Up, his nose wrinkling with the ineffable emotion that swells up in him at the sight of this floating mushroom. ]
You could at least do me the displeasure of demanding it first.