WIP of Roommate Chapter 2 because why not
“These are so good!”
A soft, cool breeze blew gently into the spacious outdoor seats of a newly opened sweets shop in Jubilife. The ever expanding village grew to such a size that attracted more and more merchants to settle and open up various businesses there. This particular new establishment specialized in toasted dango that came in a myriad of delightfully flavored syrups and glazes. You’ve chosen three to share with your husband; Their signature sweetened soy sauce, the classic buttery kinako and the Special-of-the-Month fruity Oran ones. You enjoyed them thoroughly at the shop’s patio where they laid tatami cushions, under the cool shade of the shop’s veranda.
“I would say these are not as sweet as Beni’s potato mochi,” Ingo remarked studiously after chewing on one of the sticks of pastel-blue Oran dango. “But the texture is pleasantly toothsome.”
You giggled at his descriptive commentary. “Toothsome,” you parroted with a smile.
Ingo looked at you with an expression you could not decipher, before reaching out to you from across the small table that bridged between the two of you. With a soft swipe, he thumbed the center of your plump bottom lip to the corner of your mouth. The motion felt thick, as though he were smearing lip balm across your mouth. Then you watched with horror when he pulled back to lick the dark soy sauce glaze that he collected there off the pad of his thumb.
You hissed with embarrassment, “Ingo Trevithick!”
“You were always such a messy eater,” he lectured over you with a light, ribbing manner that brought fire and brimstone to your cheeks. From across the road, a couple of old biddies who were out and about for their errands turned their gazes away politely. It was obvious that they hid the smiles that dimpled their cheeks upon witnessing the Warden’s surprising roguishness.
“Don’t flaunt your special interests so openly,” you sulked, your cheeks blew up in childish pout as you turned your face away from him. But you couldn’t snub him for long.
His chuckles came deep and rich, a sound that you’ve loved to hear so many times. “And yet, I know you enjoyed yourself thoroughly,” he smiled, meeting your gaze when you turned back to him. You hate that he was right. Finally, he picked up one of the sticks of dango that were covered in light, sand-colored powdered kinako. The gentle scent of toasted sesame seeds and butter wafted under your nose, watering your mouth. “Have a taste, my love.”