[It's Valentine's Day, he says, like that has some kind of meaning to two single dudes.] I still don't expect it! You're the best. As usual.
[He sets the paper bag down on the counter and starts unloading boxes and plastic containers.]
I went to that cheesecake place you like. [Here's a bowl of salad, and a tub of macaroni and cheese, and some other things that are probably entrees. The last thing to come out is, of course, the most luxurious cheesecake they have-- a vanilla and chocolate delight, topped with caramel and candied strawberries.
With the bag emptied and the napkins and silverware sorted, he leans out of the kitchen to peek at the dining room table.]
What did you -
- oh. [Those are... very, very cute cookies. And very intricate. The icing probably took an hour by itself, and besides that, they're... super romantic. Sorey loses a few years on his life upon this realization.]
[Yes, because going to one of his favorite places to bring home dinner and a cheesecake is totally not because of Valentine's Day for two single guys.]
You didn't have to do that.
[He's grateful and touched all the same, though. Mikleo gets out some condiments for their food, and damn is he going to enjoy that cheesecake. Seriously, Sorey spoils him.]
Well, yeah. I learned a lot since last year, and I thought I'd make something actually themed for it.
[Mikleo sits down at the table, sighing as he leans back in his chair. He has some regrets.]
I just hope the icing turned out alright. It was my first time making it.
Nah, I kinda did. You cook almost every day. The least I can do is pay for takeout sometimes.
[He grabs his 'plate'-- really some kind of chicken dish shoved in a takeout container-- and piles on some mac n cheese and salad. Yum yum. Then he sits adjacent to Mikleo.]
I bet it tastes as good as it looks. I'm gonna eat dinner first, though. I've been smelling this chicken for like, fifteen minutes.
[The silence is a comfortable one, at least. He swallows his mouthful before answering.]
Mm, mostly taken up by icing the cookies. My professor wanted us to take photos of making Valentine's-themed food as an extra credit assignment, so I got to kill two birds with one stone.
[Honestly, that's kind of an excuse, but he doesn't care right this second. He'll tsun about it until the cows come home.]
I did get my hands on an Ireland ruins documentary we haven't seen yet, though. Should be getting it in the mail tomorrow, so we can possibly watch it this weekend.
I hope you don't mean literally. I know I wear feathers but that's a bit much.
[He laughs a bit.]
Whaaaat? Seriously? It's been sold out everywhere I looked, or out of print! You're the best. [He waves his fork before stabbing another piece of chicken with it.] But you knew that.
[He doesn't talk again until he's finished his dinner. Food from this place is always good, but he would rather not let it go cold anyway.]
I got a bunch of chocolate from my students. The teacher didn't want any, so I got his share and mine. Things were pretty quiet today-- it was nice.
Nah, you're too useful for me to want to kill you.
[His tone is teasing.
Mikleo looks proud of himself and pokes Sorey's side at that.]
I did know that, since you keep saying so, Mr. Biased.
[He finishes up his dinner and gathers up their trash to throw it away.]
I'm glad it was quiet for you today. Though, be careful you don't eat so much of those that you get sick. [Mikleo gives Sorey a small smile.] Overall, would you say it's been a good day for you?
[He yelps a bit and pokes back, but misses terribly.]
It's not biased if it's true.
[With Mikleo gathering their dishes, there's no reason to hold himself back. He grabs a cookie, looks at it, then decides to take a picture of it with his phone. It smells heavenly and it's pleasantly soft beneath the icing. Still, he wants to be polite, so he offers one half to Mikleo when he returns.]
Definitely.
[He takes a bite, wanting to cherish it rather than shove the whole thing in his mouth. His eyebrows lift in surprise. It's really good. Mikleo's baking is always good, but it's light and airy with just enough vanilla and butter to melt in his mouth.
He's so blessed.]
Holy-- I think these are the best cookies you've ever made.
I wasn't aware they were ever in. Also, it's still bias.
[Mikleo takes the offered half, but waits until Sorey takes a bite first. He's been taste-testing the dough and icing all day, and he's nervous about how they've turned out in combination with each other.
He's very pleased by the reaction he gets from his best friend. Mikleo smiles at him as he takes a bite of his cookie, just as delighted with the taste.]
I'm glad! Although, that does mean I've gotta make sure the rest of my cookies are that good, now.
[It's a good thing he likes this cheesecake too much to smear it on his best friend's face. Still, the look on Mikleo's face promises revenge for such a slanderous comment.]
[He makes an indignant face, but he's trying to hold back laughter. He grabs one of those beautiful cookies... and shoves it in his mouth whole, all while making the same face.]
[Sorey is very articulate, so of course he's waving his hands and making noises, though his mouth isn't open. He has many thoughts about that teasing! He swallows after a minute.]
[Mikleo's about to retort, but it dies in his throat when Sorey says that thing about him being beautiful.
what the fuck, sorey
Honestly, he has nothing witty to say to this. He just blushes bright crimson, shoves his best friend, and then flees to his bedroom. Mikleo locks the door and screams into his pillow for a good 30 seconds.
[Mikleo puts his pillow back on his bed afterwards. He calmly walks out of his bedroom and makes his way to Sorey, at which point he'll promptly punch his arm hard enough to cause slight pain. His cheeks are still pink, though.]
I swear, sometimes, I don't know what to do with you.
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[He sets the paper bag down on the counter and starts unloading boxes and plastic containers.]
I went to that cheesecake place you like. [Here's a bowl of salad, and a tub of macaroni and cheese, and some other things that are probably entrees. The last thing to come out is, of course, the most luxurious cheesecake they have-- a vanilla and chocolate delight, topped with caramel and candied strawberries.
With the bag emptied and the napkins and silverware sorted, he leans out of the kitchen to peek at the dining room table.]
What did you -
- oh. [Those are... very, very cute cookies. And very intricate. The icing probably took an hour by itself, and besides that, they're... super romantic. Sorey loses a few years on his life upon this realization.]
W-wow, you really went all out this year.
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You didn't have to do that.
[He's grateful and touched all the same, though. Mikleo gets out some condiments for their food, and damn is he going to enjoy that cheesecake. Seriously, Sorey spoils him.]
Well, yeah. I learned a lot since last year, and I thought I'd make something actually themed for it.
[Mikleo sits down at the table, sighing as he leans back in his chair. He has some regrets.]
I just hope the icing turned out alright. It was my first time making it.
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Nah, I kinda did. You cook almost every day. The least I can do is pay for takeout sometimes.
[He grabs his 'plate'-- really some kind of chicken dish shoved in a takeout container-- and piles on some mac n cheese and salad. Yum yum. Then he sits adjacent to Mikleo.]
I bet it tastes as good as it looks. I'm gonna eat dinner first, though. I've been smelling this chicken for like, fifteen minutes.
[He flashes Mikleo a big grin, then digs in.]
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Well...I guess it's nice to take a break occasionally.
[Not that he'll admit it in a thousand years, but he just genuinely enjoys cooking for Sorey.]
Oh, the torture. At least it's not like Thanksgiving or Christmas where you're forced to smell the turkey for hours.
[Mikleo's so amused. Still, he reaches to bring his baked fish entree closer, taking some mac n cheese and salad for himself, too.]
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[Sorey lapses into silence so he can destroy his dinner. He pauses to get a drink in.]
How was your day?
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Mm, mostly taken up by icing the cookies. My professor wanted us to take photos of making Valentine's-themed food as an extra credit assignment, so I got to kill two birds with one stone.
[Honestly, that's kind of an excuse, but he doesn't care right this second. He'll tsun about it until the cows come home.]
I did get my hands on an Ireland ruins documentary we haven't seen yet, though. Should be getting it in the mail tomorrow, so we can possibly watch it this weekend.
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[He laughs a bit.]
Whaaaat? Seriously? It's been sold out everywhere I looked, or out of print! You're the best. [He waves his fork before stabbing another piece of chicken with it.] But you knew that.
[He doesn't talk again until he's finished his dinner. Food from this place is always good, but he would rather not let it go cold anyway.]
I got a bunch of chocolate from my students. The teacher didn't want any, so I got his share and mine. Things were pretty quiet today-- it was nice.
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[His tone is teasing.
Mikleo looks proud of himself and pokes Sorey's side at that.]
I did know that, since you keep saying so, Mr. Biased.
[He finishes up his dinner and gathers up their trash to throw it away.]
I'm glad it was quiet for you today. Though, be careful you don't eat so much of those that you get sick. [Mikleo gives Sorey a small smile.] Overall, would you say it's been a good day for you?
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[He yelps a bit and pokes back, but misses terribly.]
It's not biased if it's true.
[With Mikleo gathering their dishes, there's no reason to hold himself back. He grabs a cookie, looks at it, then decides to take a picture of it with his phone. It smells heavenly and it's pleasantly soft beneath the icing. Still, he wants to be polite, so he offers one half to Mikleo when he returns.]
Definitely.
[He takes a bite, wanting to cherish it rather than shove the whole thing in his mouth. His eyebrows lift in surprise. It's really good. Mikleo's baking is always good, but it's light and airy with just enough vanilla and butter to melt in his mouth.
He's so blessed.]
Holy-- I think these are the best cookies you've ever made.
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[Mikleo takes the offered half, but waits until Sorey takes a bite first. He's been taste-testing the dough and icing all day, and he's nervous about how they've turned out in combination with each other.
He's very pleased by the reaction he gets from his best friend. Mikleo smiles at him as he takes a bite of his cookie, just as delighted with the taste.]
I'm glad! Although, that does mean I've gotta make sure the rest of my cookies are that good, now.
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[Mikleo's definitely prickly, but he shouldn't argue that point, not when they're enjoying dessert.]
Even if you get all catty about it.
[Failed step one.]
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I'm not catty!
[It's a good thing he likes this cheesecake too much to smear it on his best friend's face. Still, the look on Mikleo's face promises revenge for such a slanderous comment.]
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He takes a piece of his cheesecake and smudges it on Sorey's forehead.
Catty, is he.]
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That was totally catty! You just proved my point!
[In that case, he's gonna try to steal a bite of Mikleo's cheesecake.]
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I did no such thing! But if I'm catty, then you're a boar with how rude you're being!
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Did you just call me a pig?!
[He makes an indignant face, but he's trying to hold back laughter. He grabs one of those beautiful cookies... and shoves it in his mouth whole, all while making the same face.]
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What? Pigs are nice.
[Sometimes.]
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And cats are cute. What's your point?
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Calling me 'cute' isn't going to put you back in my good graces, Sorey. That's my point.
[w/e you say, mikleo.]
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I could think of a few other things to call you.
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I doubt it'll get you anywhere.
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[He laughs softly.]
But I think my favorite word for you is 'beautiful'.
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what the fuck, sorey
Honestly, he has nothing witty to say to this. He just blushes bright crimson, shoves his best friend, and then flees to his bedroom. Mikleo locks the door and screams into his pillow for a good 30 seconds.
what the fuck]
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I swear, sometimes, I don't know what to do with you.
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