just to be close to you.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[here's a wolf in the kitchen. a wolf with his nose in the flour--achoo. he shakes his head, sneezing a few more times before turning human and hesitantly nearing the--sneeze--sink.]

... infernal flour.

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[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[cleaning his face up there, before looking at him, something resembling a pout on his features.]

Perhaps, but this is enough to deter one from cooking.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[aw you're gonna make him blush.]

Well... yes.

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Not at the moment, it seems like.

[c-cough.]

[natures]

What'd you do that for?

[Silly wolf.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Needed to see how much was inside.

[pout :C]

[natures]

For what? Are you baking?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

... cookies, I believe they're called? Biscuits.

[natures]

Do you know how?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

There is a recipe.

[gestures towards a small book.]

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

[... furrowed brows go here.]

What are you doing?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[scrubbing his face now.]

C-checking to see if there was the correct quantity of flour.

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

.. for what?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

A recipe for biscuits. ... or, cookies?

[f-iery.livejournal.com]

You're trying to make cookies?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[there's a tiny Riku and he is giggling at you from around the corner]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[... hm. hears that.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[peeks around again with another giggle as he pulls his head back. hee, flour stuff on you still]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[... wash wash, then. he knows he's there, but won't beckon him until he's clean.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he's just watching you now, interested but shy]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

I would need quite a bit of help to make these... 'cookies'. I wonder who could assist me.