#soawesomeitsillegal

Gilbert cooed in what was embarrassingly close to a portrayal of the need to squish the boy for this unfair cuteness. "Let's make that an A+ for adorable."

Gilbert squealed and exuberantly grabbed the boy for a good cuddling. Smooching Mikazuki on the cheek, he exclaimed, "You're so freaking cute!"

          Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It stands as a prelude of sorts for the day’s following meals, influences one’s tastes until the next day when breakfast would be served again. In that way, Noel thought, the mouth and stomach were like newborns---their first impressions of food began anew with breakfast. If breakfast went poorly, who could say how lunch and dinner would prevail?

     Perhaps that was why Noel opted to treat Gilbert to waffles---gingerbread waffles, warm and malleable. The fruit that accompanied them (blueberries, strawberries, raspberries) were generously plump; fresh. ❛ My father doesn’t quite understand the importance of breakfast. ❜

"Ja! Apple kuchen made by the awesome me." Gilbert held out a fork with a morsel on it expectantly. "Open wide! Ahhhh~"

          Impressive. ❛ Trust me, you won’t have to say it twice. ❜ And gods above, it was good. Sweet enough to tingle and yet so tame; the apples must have been freshly picked, he could still taste them so distinctly. He could have whined when the utensil withdrew. Was there a polite enough way to ask for seconds? Without sounding too greedy, that is.