Midnight snacking.
My whole brain is filled with food and Alfons sylvatica.
That's it,so I'm writing it now
Imagine a night were Alfons weren't going out to have his fun,just to see you in the kitchen cooking.He came in wondering as to what you were doing, perhaps a small drink to satisfy yourself.He came in behind you, sneaking up but before he could do anything he was more stunned by the way you cooked and Alfredo pasta with sliced chicken that was brown.It was crisp,brand new..
Did you really spend this night cooking a whole meal?at 2 am?not to mention,you were too focused on the food to notice him behind you just staring as you plated your chicken to make some tea before he finally snatched the pot away from you.
"allow me."Alfons said with his usual grin,his momentary shock already disappeared while you stared bewildered "uh,since when did you get home?"you asked because now he knows of your midnight snacking (meals) and now there's a chance you have to share it with him.
He replied with a chuckle "not long,I didn't expect to see you cooking my sweet toy."
You scoff, replying to him"I was Hungry,plus I did asked for permission."
"so earnest"he cooied,as he make the familiar jasmine tea..perhaps you would mind his antic during the morning or afternoon but right now,the only thing that matter to you is the chicken Alfredo pasta you cooked with that perfect jasmine purple tea he brew.How delicious...
It ends with you, being very protective of your food and him stealing a slice of your chicken.at least you weren't lonely in your midnight snacking.
