The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.
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Mint; noted. Well, he might forget. Licorice, on the other hand… “I have to admit licorice flavoredice cream may be a bit weird, but the candy is delicious. There is no argument, that is just fact.” His voice rose with finality, giving the impression of his certainty beside the fact he knew it was all opinion. He found licorice to be one of the simple pleasures of life, always present since his childhood due to it being a cheap treat found at every store. For someone to be denied that joy due to faulty tastes buds was tragic.
When Luke stood he took a second to finish the last bite of his cone, and started wiping at his facial hair with a somewhat already dirtied napkin. At the question he hastily rose. “Yeah, ’course—ah, you’ve got something riight,” he swiped a spot of ice cream from his mustache right onto Luke’s good cheek, “there. Don’t worry, I’ll get a napkin for you.” He leaned to the table and grabbed a couple from the stack, feeling very pleased with himself and his cleverness, and dabbed a corner of one on his tongue before cleaning the mess he had made on the other man’s face. “There we are, ready to go.” He chuckled, and began the process of grooming out the remainder of his feast with the other napkins he’d swiped, and followed Luke out the door and into the hot Gerogia sun once again.
“Licorice is the devil’s creation.” Luke frowned, stubborn. No, he had nothing over for that treat. Whenever he got a piece of licorice in his mouth, for as long as he could remember, he had to spit it out and wash his mouth with water and spit for a couple of minutes, because ew. If he ever sniffed a hint of licorice on the man, Luke would run to a different corner of the apartment and hide. Or a little less dramatic, he would not actively seek close contact. Not with his mouth at least.
The action made him frown slight
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