[ Juza's thumb covers the 'STUPID SPICY' warning as he holds it, seeming to give the box itself a look that promises whatever is impending. He even turns it over, but the faint gold-on-white text isn't something he's gonna read. Guessing it's Taichi who left it out on the counter, and not his elusive boyfriend, he knows how the stars align when Juza and sweets are involved. It predicates the matter of course Juza takes to open it. Challenge... in this place, that sounds like it's about magic. Sometimes harmless, sometimes not, that's a gamble he's willing to take for the sake of something sweet.
Juza even ignores the last ditch effort warning label inside the box, focused only on the red-cellophane wrapped square. 12 different kinds of peppers do have a smell, even when they're bundled up in sugar, but also what's better than white chocolate...? It's even sweeter than milk chocolate. Juza, as much as he thinks of savoring the bite after taking it, doesn't hesitate.
He chews half of the whole piece once, maybe twice before the tip of his tongue, quickly enough the back of his throat and the roof of his mouth too, even his cheeks burn. Like a deer caught in headlights he stays at the kitchen counter, until some guttural sounds echoes through the apartment and he turns around to the sink. ]
eh...–he...–?! ['The hell?!' ...If he could talk without inhaling the spice. His love for sweets is as grand as his tolerance is miniscule, and even though the blob of "chocolate" is in the sink already Juza can't stop coughing. ]
irritated、betrayed by chocolate......
[ Juza's thumb covers the 'STUPID SPICY' warning as he holds it, seeming to give the box itself a look that promises whatever is impending. He even turns it over, but the faint gold-on-white text isn't something he's gonna read. Guessing it's Taichi who left it out on the counter, and not his elusive boyfriend, he knows how the stars align when Juza and sweets are involved. It predicates the matter of course Juza takes to open it.
Challenge... in this place, that sounds like it's about magic. Sometimes harmless, sometimes not, that's a gamble he's willing to take for the sake of something sweet.
Juza even ignores the last ditch effort warning label inside the box, focused only on the red-cellophane wrapped square. 12 different kinds of peppers do have a smell, even when they're bundled up in sugar, but also what's better than white chocolate...? It's even sweeter than milk chocolate. Juza, as much as he thinks of savoring the bite after taking it, doesn't hesitate.
He chews half of the whole piece once, maybe twice before the tip of his tongue, quickly enough the back of his throat and the roof of his mouth too, even his cheeks burn. Like a deer caught in headlights he stays at the kitchen counter, until some guttural sounds echoes through the apartment and he turns around to the sink. ]
eh...–he...–?! ['The hell?!' ...If he could talk without inhaling the spice. His love for sweets is as grand as his tolerance is miniscule, and even though the blob of "chocolate" is in the sink already Juza can't stop coughing. ]