Fun and Games

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[A certain someone can be found, yet again, in the kitchen. She seems to be cooking again. Why? Well, because she can.]

[... Or is she really cooking?]

[She's leaning over a rather... large pot. It looks more like a bathtub in size, and not one of those dinky things you bathe a three-year-old in. This thing could fit two of Lexaeus. Comfortably. On top of that, it's filled with home-made whipped cream.]

[Big baking project?]

Hmm... That should be enough.

[[OOC: please excuse my posting so much with her. B) This is too fun to pass up.]]

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[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...oh dear. Seems that someone's decided to step into the kitchen again.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[By then she's checking on something in the oven, pretending not to notice you're here~]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Oh Kairi. 8| He'll prop himself up against the counter.]

What are you doing this time?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Baking!

[Almost done! She stands up and goes to the side of the whipped cream tub, looking in.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Baking, huh? And what's with the tub?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

Whipped cream.

[sticks her finger in it. nomnom.]

Mmm~

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Right.

[eyeroll]

Why would you even need that much?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

You'll find out~

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[aaand looking away for a moment]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Aaaand after a quick moment, she yelps.]

--Shit! [looking distressed over the side, leaning. frownfrownfrown.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

What now?

[--glances back. Huh.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

My ring slipped off.

[not wearing her gloves. goes to reach and-- oh! oven beeping loudly.]

Goddammit. Riku can you reach in and try to get it? There's a hole in the whipped cream where it fell.

[ffff goes to the oven.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Might as well.

[pff. He'll go over and bend down, then]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Well, there is indeed a hole in the whipped cream where something fell in. Kairi goes to the oven and shuts the timer off, opening it. But you should notice something...]

[There's no smell coming from the oven.]

[The only warning he gets it a sudden familiar shriek of high-pitched flute notes, and water bursts from the floor to flip his legs up and throw him into the tub.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[--afjkashjkahjk

Yeah, so. He falls in. Face first... Give him a moment to push himself back up, completely covered in whipped cream.]

What was that for?

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Can't hear you, LAUGHING WAY TOO FUCKING HARD. The oven is wide open. And nothing is inside. Fuck, 'ku, it's not even on. Just the timer was.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Grr. He'll push himself out. But agh, whip cream in hair, whyyy.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Still laughing!]

I can't believe you fell for that! You really are an idiot!

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

Not like you're that predictable.

[grumblegrumble. He's so going to need a shower.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

It should have been obvious by now. You said you could handle anything I threw at you. Apparently not~

[wanders over to the tub, making sure she's a little bit away from him.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

No, I can handle this. It's whipped cream. Annoying as it is, I've been through worse.

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[gets a handful as she steps to him and shoves it in his face. c:]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[--what hey! >| Scoops it off his face and just throws it at her.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[puts her hands up so only a little bit gets into her hair, then sudden glare and she's shoving him hard toward the tub in hopes that he'll tip of. And you're covered in whipped cream already, your hands are slippery. B)]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[W-whaaa--

SPLOOSH. >| He pushes himself up again, though. And then grabs some to chuck at her!]