[PROMPT] Sweet or Savory? [2]

"I have no idea how you eat that stuff."

Damon pauses in his attempt to take a bite out of his flatbread pizza to shoot a dissaproving look towards Ignition. He snorts a puff of air through his nose in a flimsy laugh attempt. "Oh, And i suppose you would rather eat chocolate swiss roll?"

Ignition flushes a little at being read so simply, he forgets the man knows him well at times. He gently whacks Damons arm with the back of his hand. "NOT ENTIRELY. I enjoy fruit bowls too."

Damon finishes chewing his pizza bite before shaking his head, an actual short laugh leaving his chest. "Ah yes. Fruit bowls and ice lollies, A very good diet for someone of your age range."

"Its not BAD. It's just....nutrition lacking. In some areas" Ignition closes his eyes and shrugs. He's almost tempted to poke and prod at Damons plate. To examine the horrors of the savoury meal in front of him. He peeks one eye open and slowly moves an outstretched finger towards the meal, before it is promptly slapped away by the older bun.

"You can poke and play with your own meal but you will not infect mine." Damon stated firmly before taking another bite and Ignition snorted.

"INFECT? WITH WHAT?!?!"

Damon gives Ignition a knowing look with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to answer his question.

"I'm just saying like. Its a pizza with olives. And you're willing eating it. Like you are actively choosing to consume this thing." Ignition begins to prod the actual man instead of his food.  Damon does not seem overly bothered by it.

"I am glad your eyes are functioning enough to see what is plainly in front of you. Any other insightful notes, Detective Obvious?" Damon moves a free hand to flick at Ignitions exposed shoulder, Which causes him to gasp overdramatically and lean so far back 'for the drama' in his stool that it topples over, and he along with it.

"Well, For one, These stools are not nearly 'bolted to the floor' enough. For two, You didnt attempt to catch me just then you totally watched me fall on my ass" Ignition frowned from where he was now sprawled on the floor. Damon laughs and returns to his pizza.

"Ignition, Your mistakes are yours to make. Who am i to get in the way of them? You've learned something from falling on your ass, Haven't you?" He questions and the smaller buns flames flare in annoyance.

"If you think this means i'm going to stop rocking on stools, You are painfully mistaken sir!" As Ignition climbs back onto his stool [after setting it upright], Damon places a small part of the pizza in front of him.

"Give it a try, You may find that you enjoy it." His tone is warm. Clearly he finds much comfort in this particular dish. Ignition may have to ask him about who's and why's one day.

Ignition, with his nose wrinkled, hastily takes a bite of the pizza. Immediately he dislikes the olives, Perhaps if he picked them off he COULD enjoy this thing the same way Damon does. Slowly he begins picking off the olives and the older bun rolls his eyes so hard they may pop out of his head.

"You kids and your hatred of olives" He tutted.

"AT LEAST I TRIED ONE! ITS NOT MY FAULT I DONT LIKE IT!!" Ignition pouts, much like the brat that he is.

"Yeah yeah, Congratulations on trying something. Here you go." Damon pushes a bowl of fruit salad across the counter to Ignition and his eyes light up like a christmas tree.

"THANK YOU. THIS IS FOR ME, RIGHT? NO SHARING?"

"Volume control. Yes, This is for you. Hopefully it'll be a new way for people to shut your mouth."

Instead of taking in the backhanded compliment combo'd with insult, Ignition is too busy inhaling the fruit in the bowl in front of him.