[Minor M] Days are Better with Strawberries

                                    

                                          
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You wake to the songs of birds, stirring enough to open your eyes slightly enough to meet the sun's gaze. You purred at its warmth pouring over your form, inhaling deeply as you closed your eyes, stretching across the sun-chair.
"Hmm..."
There was a slight fruity scent in the air. And pancakes. You can't mistake the smell of pancakes. The fruity scent was obviously fruit and...a drink? A smoothie. Ooh~! And still cool by the smell of condensation. Niceee.
You'd go look but...you felt...good. Not like sexually, but normally. Relaxed. Not...plagued by lust. Wow. Yujiro...really is something.
A smile smile worked itself onto your lips as you turned onto your stomach, pulling the lever so the chair could relax back.
You hummed, long and coming from your chest and ending in a sigh as you turned onto your stomach with a loopy smile on your lips. You let tiny little noises, your toes brushing against the wood as you stretched your tall body.
You didn't wanna get up, but you also didn't want to go to sleep. You just wanted to...stay here, in this moment, not feeling anything but contentment for a little while longer..
So you did. You didn't move from that lounge/sun chair till the sun shifted about two points, going from angled at you at about a 45 degree angle till it was 1-2 hours away from being directionally over you. You decided to rise, going first to what your nose had detected earlier. Your nose twitched, eyes barely open as you started to focus on the plate of pancakes and some... banana smoothie you surmised. Smells like it anyhow.
'Looks good~!'
They were fluffy, a healthy shower of that one white power on it, half strawberries and...sniff...Strawberry whip cream~
You pulled the table a bit closer, foregoing the fork and knife set for you and stretched your long tongue out, sliding under a pancake and curling it, pulling it back into your mouth and chewing happily with gusto. (Rest assured, it really was as good as it looked.)
You eyed the banana smoothie, a small strawberry wedged onto the rim, and a straw accompanying it.
'I wonder if this is good too...'
You swallowed the flavored clouds disguised as pancakes and used your tail to pick up the pear-shaped glass, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, swallowing...
"Hahhh~!!!"
You positively melted, sighing back into the chair and closing your eyes as the somehow still cool drink traveled down your esophagus and settled in your stomach.
The difference between human food, demon food, and angel food is stark. But you've got to say, human food was a guilty pleasure. Demons were good with meats, angels with plants, and humans with snacks or anything unnatural. You had a silly dream once when you were still an angel. That one day, all 3 top cooks would create a wondrous meal for everyone, alive or dead.
What a silly dream. You know what's not a dream? This breakfast. Goddamn, bouta make me forget I'm anorexic-