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Here's a bit of a skit between Kodai and Ty'Ron that I made while continuing to plot out "ZEPHYRION of the Infinite Cosmos"! Enjoy!

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“Yeesh, Kodai,” Ty’Ron exclaimed, looking over the massive mountain of food on the coffee table. Sub sandwiches, burgers, pizza, ice cream, cake, you name it; it was all there! The reason? Well, Kodai (being the proud glutton that he was) wanted to invite the plump feline to a little Friday Feast, a ritual that partook in whenever he had the spare funds. However, feast was perhaps the incorrect word here; a more appropriate term would have to be banquet. “You have practically enough food here to feed an entire army!”

“Oh, I'm sure that we can eat it all,” Kodai reassured with a grin, digging through the fridge to find something to wash it all down with. It was a common thing for Kodai to assume, that any fellow glutton could eat as much as he could. This usually resulted in leftovers that he would have to explain to his old man. However, Kodai had seen Ty'Ron eat before and he knew he could pack away a lot.

“Man, how are you not bigger than me?” Ty’Ron rhetorically asked through a sigh, choosing his words carefully. He wanted to say “fatter”, but he remembered that Kodai wasn't exactly happy about being called “fat”. It was one thing that mystified him no matter how many times he tried to rack his brain for a possible answer. How could someone as fat as the Extra Soft Soldier deny that he's fat in anyway? Not that Ty'Ron was any better. In fact, in terms of sheer mass, the plump feline actually worst in that regard as he was 15 kilograms heavier than Kodai. Perhaps the fact that Ty’Ron led a mostly sedentary existence while Kodai was at least somewhat active had something to do with it.

Kodai, however, paid no mind to Ty’Ron's question. All he really seemed to care about was spending time with the (in)famous “irresponsible admiral of the Intergalactic Alliance”. He couldn't hurt explain it, but Kodai was drawn to him. Something about his aura made him want to befriend him. Get to know him personally. It was partially the reason why he requested personally to have him stay aboard the Arc-V and become one it's crewmates despite still being in active duty within the Starfleet Militia. However, there was a deeper almost primal reason. It wasn't quite the same as “meeting an old friend one hasn't seen in a long time” or “finding one's true love”. It was more like Ty’Ron was a small piece of Kodai that had been torn away a long time ago that finally found its way home. Or something like that. But that was neither here nor there.

“Well, if you're going to insist on tagging me along on this feast, then I might as well add some flair to it,” Ty’Ron added after a long silence. Grabbing his keycard from his back pocket, he ran up to a nearby replicator and input some keys before swiping his card. Kodai looked back at Ty'Ron with a few bottles of soda in his arms, watching him watch something materialize within the replicator. Within minutes, a massive steaming pot of what appeared to be a chunky stew appeared before the plump feline. Grabbing the pot with both hands, he slowly carried it back to the mini-buffet. Ty’Ron figured he humor Kodai and introduce him to one of his favorites: a spicy stew of beef, chicken, and shrimp with steamed carrots and peppers. He set the pot on the floor next to the food mountain and sat on his knees, catching his breath from the brief workout. Kodai couldn't help but chuckle. It was nice to see someone contribute to his nightly binge session.

The majority of the evening was spent watching hilariously bad B-movies and stuffing their faces with the small feast at their disposal. Kodai was impressed with the stew that Ty’Ron had prepared. Despite being nothing but data that was given physical form, it actually tasted like actual food. He had heard horror stories about replicators not working properly so he never tried them for himself. However, Ty'Ron may have made him a believer. Conversely, Ty’Ron’s taste buds felt like they were revived after a long hibernation after tasting real food cooked by hand. He had sustained himself on replicators long enough that he forgot how good real food tasted. But for both of them, it all tasted so good not just because of them means the food was made, but also because they were together. They couldn't explain it, but food just seemed to taste better when they were together. It was something magical that just sort of… happened. Maybe it was a bond between two gluttons. Maybe it was because of Kodai's Zephyrite influence. Or maybe they just really liked each other, who really knows.

The small feast was surprisingly gone with the next couple of hours despite Kodai eating the majority of it, though Ty'Ron wasn't a slouch in that regard either. Fast food bags, sandwich wrappers, ice cream and chicken buckets, Chinese takeout boxes, and the massive pot of stew sat neatly on the coffee table. All practically licked clean, too. The two sat on the nearby sofa, their hands resting atop their bellies as they rose up and down with each breath. Both Kodai and Ty'Ron let out a simultaneous massive belch that shook the walls of the room. The remaining smaller belches they made intermittently were merely just for comfort. Especially in Ty’Ron's case since he had eaten more than he was used to, leaving him noticeably bloated. Both of them were wearing sweatpants, but their waistbands felt considerably tighter than a few hours prior.

“Bucho Mio,” Kodai sighted, highlighting his overstuffed state with yet another belch and him proceeding to playfully heft his belly. “It's been a damn good while since I ate this good. You feeling good, Admiral?” Ty'Ron responded with a loud belch, absentmindedly drumming on his belly with his hands before properly replying.

“I forgot how good you ate, Kodai,” Ty’Ron replied, a small belch interrupting him. “Damn, I'm stuffed. More than I've been in my life.”

“I find that hard to believe with that monster sitting in your lap,” Kodai playfully teased, prodding the soft caramel furred dome sitting next to him which dislodged yet another belch. Ty'Ron found himself laughing at the upset, not taken aback by the comment. In fact, in hindsight he probably wasn't being entirely honest with that comment. He had eaten himself sick at least a couple of times, but he was definitely feeling stuffed. Ty'Ron licked his teeth, wanting to retort back or at the very least pat him on the belly in return; but to save himself the black eye, he settled for a compliment.

“Well, I can see why your a two-time eating contest champion. I bet you could still keep eating.”

“I could,” Kodai began, pausing for a moment to entertain the idea. “But I'd rather not push it. Besides, my old man would kill me if he found the fridge completely empty.”

“True enough,” Ty'Ron conceded, grunting as he reached to grab the remote. Kodai quickly noticed this and attempted to reach over him to grab the remote instead, but the moment he did he ended up tripping over Ty'Ron’s tail, which earned a loud “REOW!” from the plump feline. But even more embarrassing was that at that moment, Kodai landed atop Ty'Ron, their bellies squishing against each other and belching in each other's faces. Hot breath graced their faces, which were sitting dangerously close to each other and growing redder by the second. It was a solid five seconds before they pulled apart from each other, desperately looking away from each other.

“Holy crap!” Kodai screamed apologetically. “So sorry about that, sir!”

“H-hey! No worries, kid!” Ty'Ron replied hurriedly, scratching the fur on the back of his soft neck. “If anything, I should apologize for burping in your face.”

“Hey, did the same thing, so I think we're even on that front,” Kodai answered back. There was an awkward silence for quite a while as they attempted to process what just happened. They were quite a few inches away from kissing, which would have been even more awkward. Not that either of them were against same-sex relationships, but they never considered the possibility of ending up in one themselves. It was the last thing on their minds, to be honest. After a solid minute of silence, Kodai decided to clear the air by accessing the channel guide.

“So… whaddya wanna watch, next?”

Description
Here's a bit of a skit between Kodai and Ty'Ron that I made while continuing to plot out "ZEPHYRION of the Infinite Cosmos"! Enjoy!

=========================================

“Yeesh, Kodai,” Ty’Ron exclaimed, looking over the massive mountain of food on the coffee table. Sub sandwiches, burgers, pizza, ice cream, cake, you name it; it was all there! The reason? Well, Kodai (being the proud glutton that he was) wanted to invite the plump feline to a little Friday Feast, a ritual that partook in whenever he had the spare funds. However, feast was perhaps the incorrect word here; a more appropriate term would have to be banquet. “You have practically enough food here to feed an entire army!”

“Oh, I'm sure that we can eat it all,” Kodai reassured with a grin, digging through the fridge to find something to wash it all down with. It was a common thing for Kodai to assume, that any fellow glutton could eat as much as he could. This usually resulted in leftovers that he would have to explain to his old man. However, Kodai had seen Ty'Ron eat before and he knew he could pack away a lot.

“Man, how are you not bigger than me?” Ty’Ron rhetorically asked through a sigh, choosing his words carefully. He wanted to say “fatter”, but he remembered that Kodai wasn't exactly happy about being called “fat”. It was one thing that mystified him no matter how many times he tried to rack his brain for a possible answer. How could someone as fat as the Extra Soft Soldier deny that he's fat in anyway? Not that Ty'Ron was any better. In fact, in terms of sheer mass, the plump feline actually worst in that regard as he was 15 kilograms heavier than Kodai. Perhaps the fact that Ty’Ron led a mostly sedentary existence while Kodai was at least somewhat active had something to do with it.

Kodai, however, paid no mind to Ty’Ron's question. All he really seemed to care about was spending time with the (in)famous “irresponsible admiral of the Intergalactic Alliance”. He couldn't hurt explain it, but Kodai was drawn to him. Something about his aura made him want to befriend him. Get to know him personally. It was partially the reason why he requested personally to have him stay aboard the Arc-V and become one it's crewmates despite still being in active duty within the Starfleet Militia. However, there was a deeper almost primal reason. It wasn't quite the same as “meeting an old friend one hasn't seen in a long time” or “finding one's true love”. It was more like Ty’Ron was a small piece of Kodai that had been torn away a long time ago that finally found its way home. Or something like that. But that was neither here nor there.

“Well, if you're going to insist on tagging me along on this feast, then I might as well add some flair to it,” Ty’Ron added after a long silence. Grabbing his keycard from his back pocket, he ran up to a nearby replicator and input some keys before swiping his card. Kodai looked back at Ty'Ron with a few bottles of soda in his arms, watching him watch something materialize within the replicator. Within minutes, a massive steaming pot of what appeared to be a chunky stew appeared before the plump feline. Grabbing the pot with both hands, he slowly carried it back to the mini-buffet. Ty’Ron figured he humor Kodai and introduce him to one of his favorites: a spicy stew of beef, chicken, and shrimp with steamed carrots and peppers. He set the pot on the floor next to the food mountain and sat on his knees, catching his breath from the brief workout. Kodai couldn't help but chuckle. It was nice to see someone contribute to his nightly binge session.

The majority of the evening was spent watching hilariously bad B-movies and stuffing their faces with the small feast at their disposal. Kodai was impressed with the stew that Ty’Ron had prepared. Despite being nothing but data that was given physical form, it actually tasted like actual food. He had heard horror stories about replicators not working properly so he never tried them for himself. However, Ty'Ron may have made him a believer. Conversely, Ty’Ron’s taste buds felt like they were revived after a long hibernation after tasting real food cooked by hand. He had sustained himself on replicators long enough that he forgot how good real food tasted. But for both of them, it all tasted so good not just because of them means the food was made, but also because they were together. They couldn't explain it, but food just seemed to taste better when they were together. It was something magical that just sort of… happened. Maybe it was a bond between two gluttons. Maybe it was because of Kodai's Zephyrite influence. Or maybe they just really liked each other, who really knows.

The small feast was surprisingly gone with the next couple of hours despite Kodai eating the majority of it, though Ty'Ron wasn't a slouch in that regard either. Fast food bags, sandwich wrappers, ice cream and chicken buckets, Chinese takeout boxes, and the massive pot of stew sat neatly on the coffee table. All practically licked clean, too. The two sat on the nearby sofa, their hands resting atop their bellies as they rose up and down with each breath. Both Kodai and Ty'Ron let out a simultaneous massive belch that shook the walls of the room. The remaining smaller belches they made intermittently were merely just for comfort. Especially in Ty’Ron's case since he had eaten more than he was used to, leaving him noticeably bloated. Both of them were wearing sweatpants, but their waistbands felt considerably tighter than a few hours prior.

“Bucho Mio,” Kodai sighted, highlighting his overstuffed state with yet another belch and him proceeding to playfully heft his belly. “It's been a damn good while since I ate this good. You feeling good, Admiral?” Ty'Ron responded with a loud belch, absentmindedly drumming on his belly with his hands before properly replying.

“I forgot how good you ate, Kodai,” Ty’Ron replied, a small belch interrupting him. “Damn, I'm stuffed. More than I've been in my life.”

“I find that hard to believe with that monster sitting in your lap,” Kodai playfully teased, prodding the soft caramel furred dome sitting next to him which dislodged yet another belch. Ty'Ron found himself laughing at the upset, not taken aback by the comment. In fact, in hindsight he probably wasn't being entirely honest with that comment. He had eaten himself sick at least a couple of times, but he was definitely feeling stuffed. Ty'Ron licked his teeth, wanting to retort back or at the very least pat him on the belly in return; but to save himself the black eye, he settled for a compliment.

“Well, I can see why your a two-time eating contest champion. I bet you could still keep eating.”

“I could,” Kodai began, pausing for a moment to entertain the idea. “But I'd rather not push it. Besides, my old man would kill me if he found the fridge completely empty.”

“True enough,” Ty'Ron conceded, grunting as he reached to grab the remote. Kodai quickly noticed this and attempted to reach over him to grab the remote instead, but the moment he did he ended up tripping over Ty'Ron’s tail, which earned a loud “REOW!” from the plump feline. But even more embarrassing was that at that moment, Kodai landed atop Ty'Ron, their bellies squishing against each other and belching in each other's faces. Hot breath graced their faces, which were sitting dangerously close to each other and growing redder by the second. It was a solid five seconds before they pulled apart from each other, desperately looking away from each other.

“Holy crap!” Kodai screamed apologetically. “So sorry about that, sir!”

“H-hey! No worries, kid!” Ty'Ron replied hurriedly, scratching the fur on the back of his soft neck. “If anything, I should apologize for burping in your face.”

“Hey, did the same thing, so I think we're even on that front,” Kodai answered back. There was an awkward silence for quite a while as they attempted to process what just happened. They were quite a few inches away from kissing, which would have been even more awkward. Not that either of them were against same-sex relationships, but they never considered the possibility of ending up in one themselves. It was the last thing on their minds, to be honest. After a solid minute of silence, Kodai decided to clear the air by accessing the channel guide.

“So… whaddya wanna watch, next?”