#iriscoded

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It was a nice day today, the sun was shining but not in a way that it was offensive. There was a soothing, gentle breeze passing by and causing the branches of the trees to sway softly, almost dancing as created shade for everyone who walked on the campus. It was such a nice day that eating outside was enjoyable, and certainly a much better option than choosing to stay in the crowded student union building or the cafes with never ending lines to order your lunch, much less acquire a table.

Jitae really enjoyed being outside, it felt so serene, and brought happy memories of his travels around Europe to mind. It was even more enjoyable than usual since today he was eating with his best friend, Eojin. Honestly, the sugar addicted giant was more like a brother to Jitae than a best friend. Their meeting had been a little interesting, but once they had gotten to spend more time around each other, they quickly warmed up to each other and became inseparable. 

Today they were snacking on brownies. Of course. When was it not something sugary? Eojin had brought the snacks today, and they were the best kind of brownie. The kind where the top layer was crunchy and flaky... that would reveal a gooey soft center... and leave your fingers sticky with sweet chocolate. Jitae happily chose the five pieces he wanted. It had to be five. No more, no less. He smiled wide at Eojin, thanking him before beginning to pick at the flaky surface of the first brownie he chose.

As the pair began to eat their snacks and chat idly about how their classes were going, annoying new tasks they had to handle at work, and their little side project of dream observations they were working on in their free time, Jitae’s mind intruded with a thought. A very interesting one. He blinked, taking into consideration the notion he was about to bring to the table. 

“Huh...,” he spoke out, shifting his gaze from Eojin’s chocolate covered face to the pile of brownies between them on the table. He began to pick at a brownie, pulling the crunchy surface off of it bit by bit as he nibbled his sugar coated bottom lip. Then he opened his mouth to speak, “I have a hypothesis.”

“What if you injected brownie mix into your bloodstream?” 

He paused to give the other boy a moment to consider before continuing, “Like, since your body temperature is like, 98 degrees, the brownies would cook over a few days and then you will have clumps in your arms and you just cut it open and eat the brownies.”