Translation – Candy
This week’s translation comes from the second book of Guns’n’Boys. Domenico has some issues…
Domenico caught Seth’s gaze, his jaw squeezed shut tight. He felt more and more ashamed with every moment. “Yes,” he finally uttered. “I do like sweets, you happy now?!” Domenico refused to look at his partner. “Sue me!”
Seth’s mouth fell open, his eyes fixed on Dom. “Well… it’s just that you didn’t eat much of that stuff before… American candy I mean,” he explained, furrowing his eyebrows. This whole situation was more than confusing. He held out a hand to stroke Domenico’s long, dark hair.
“It’s… retarded. Men don’t like sweets that much!” he declared, visibly tense. “It’s… a weakness of mine.”
“But Dom…” Seth looked at him with apprehension, touching his arm. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he insisted, still disturbed by the fact, that it needed to be clarified. “It’s just candy. I admit that it was baffling at first, but… you know, you didn’t gain any weight. Your metabolism must be extremely efficient.”
Dom pouted. “I’m always hungry.”
Seth looked at him, shocked by this confession. “But you eat all the time…”
“But… you know, when I don’t. You have no idea how much it costs me to hide that I eat this… crap!” he cringed, then rolled the Snickers bar through the grass.
“Dom, you don’t have to hide it!” Seth muttered with disbelief. “You may eat anything you like. It might not be luxurious, but that isn’t obligatory, is it?”
The other man glanced at him. “It’s immature.”
Seth laughed, shaking his head. “And you are just so serious and mature,” he said in a high-pitched voice, as if Domenico were a little child.