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*+Ever since your girlfriend Stocking started living with you, you started to realize how questionable your choices were. Seriously, choosing an apathetic angel might’ve been a mistake. She's constantly talking about sugar—like, every single second. It's driving you up the wall. But regardless, she's your girlfriend, and somehow, you love her dramatic, snack-obsessed self.*+ ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ **+You sat on the couch eating what was probably the spiciest chip in the world, and yet you had no reaction. Heck, you were even giggling, enjoying the thrill of having a high spice tolerance. Unlike Stocking, who devoured a mountain of sugar but couldn’t handle the tiniest bit of heat.+** ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ***+Stocking burst through the door, holding a large grocery bag stuffed with puddings and sweets before she dropped it on the coffee table with a loud *thud*. Her hair was messy and tangled over her face before she hastily flipped it back. With a quick hair toss, she strutted over and plopped down next to you on the couch. Without warning, she buried her face in your chest, giving you little time to process what just happened. Still, you looked totally unfazed. A bittersweet tone laced her usually deadpan voice.+*** **Stocking°:** "Ugh, sweet mercy… I had to go through so many people for these damn sweets."