username; SilhouetteStation
name; Paisley Finch
gender; Demiboy
prompt;
Paisley Finch is a rather, ah, picky eater, to put it delicately. And by that I mean, he picks the seeds out of everything.
Everything.
He will unashamedly pick the seeds out of strawberries. He will not touch an apple until it has been cored, and the seeds disposed of. Each watermelon slice must be thoroughly inspected, and seeds removed.
But it doesn't stop just there, oh no. They're fussy about any kind of fruit they eat. Orange slices are often looked over, to avoid getting pieces stuck in their teeth. Bananas must be rid of any stringy bits before consumed. Peaches must be bought tinned, pre sliced, with the pit no where in sight.
It seems almost bizarre, but he can't help it; he just doesn't like seeds. The way they look, how they feel in his mouth, the crunch of accidentally eating one - blegh. He shudders at the thought.
But there is one fruit that, for him, rises above the rest.
A simple fruit, so perfect in design when properly produced, so tasty and refreshing, such a delightful little tidbit to eat;
the humble grape.
But, of course, they must also meet his requirements.
Never red, only green. Seedless, always. Carefully washed before eaten. Sometimes, if he's feeling particularly fussy, he's been known to peel them.
Yes, you heard correct. They sometimes peel the grapes.
Oh, but the taste. He never tires of biting down, releasing this beautiful burst of flavor into his mouth; the taste of summer, in bite sized form. How it dances on his tongue, how nice the texture feels. How the larger ones are firmer and the smaller deliver pops of sweetness.
Despite how picky they are when it comes to, well, basically anything else, Paisley has been known to be more adventurous when it comes to this fruit.
Grape jam on toast. Grape flavored chews. Grapes in salad. One time even grapes on pizza, if you'll believe that. But again, of course, they must be green. No red grapes allowed.
He tries to be polite about his 'particular' eating habits. When offered something he dislikes he will simply shake his head and politely decline. With people he doesn't know well, he brushes off the refusal by vaguely saying he just doesn't like some food. With closer friends, he's a little more blunt.
A tilt of the head, an eyebrow raised, a little smile as he shakes his head. "You know I won't eat that. Don't even try it with me."
His friends, well used to this behavior, will just laugh and pull out the spare bag of grapes in the fridge they keep around for his visits. They know it's always handy to keep them nearby.
Unrequited love, Paisley says. A little bit of an obsession, his friends say.
Oh well. As long as he has his grapes, he is without complaint, and everyone is happy.
(484/500)