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“What color is the pancake, Stolas? It's a simple question.”
Stolas squinted at the pancake, as if trying to convince it to just tell him the answer Blitzø was seeking. He could see the liquid sugar of the syrup seeping into the fine pores along the bottom of the cake, and the small imperfect bumps and bubbles that came from sitting on a hot pan over an open flame. He could even still see the smoke wafting off the edge of the fork, though it was quite subtle now having cooled considerably. Stolas didn't say any of this out loud, however and after a full thirty second of silence, Blitzø let out a booming laugh.
“Christ on a cracker, are you actually colorblind?!”
Stolas sat back, affecting offense as he lifted his head primly. “I'm no more blind than you are, I assure you. I can see just fine.”
“But you can't see colors.”
Stolas huffed. “I don't understand how that's important.”
Blitzø let his laugh run its course, then took a final bite of his pancake before picking up his and Stolas's plate. “Guess you haven't met your soulmate yet."