Who let him off his leash?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

[Behold! A kitchen. A very trashed kitchen. Through the haze of smoke, one might be able to see flour, eggs, and other such things littering every available surface (including the floor and part of the ceiling). The microwave gave up the ghost a long time ago, and the oven seems to be cowering back in fear because it's next.

Ri is standing amidst the rubble, glaring at a splattered cookbook. He's covered in... well, you probably don't want to know but it looks like chocolate. He's trying to make a birthday cake. Flee for your lives.]

You stupid book! Why didn't you tell me I needed a double-boiler thingy?! The microwave should be able to melt anything!


[OOC: It's his Sora's birthday! Help Ri not burn down the kitchen plz.]

Comments

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Oh god, who let the retard near the kitchen appliances unsupervised.]

...This is exactly why you should never be allowed in the kitchen, ever.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks up at you and glares*

This is important!

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Well good job fucking it up, then. Hope no one else had important business in the kitchen today, now that you've destroyed it.

[...Is the fridge still intact at least.]

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

[.... what is going on in here, Ri :|]

Uh... R-Ri?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*y-you probably don't want to know; mind your step*

OH. Hi, Namine. Did you need something?

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

Well, I need you to tell me why you're trying to burn the dressing room down.

[Does indeed watch where she steps, tip-toeing around all the slippery things as she makes her way inside.]

[seasides]

[DOT DOT DOT]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is busy flipping through the cookbook and squinting at the pictures*

... 350 degrees for 30 minutes. That means it'll only take 15 minutes if I go to 700.

[seasides]

...don't you dare.

[rolling up his sleeves, as he's wearing a long-sleeved shirt for once, and heading in.]

[epic-adore.livejournal.com]

*is staring like a staring thing, his blue eyes wide -- it's not long before he starts to giggle and clap*

Daddy make messy!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... pauses in his cookbook butchery and looks (way) down)*

Hello there.

[epic-adore.livejournal.com]

*beams up at you and your messy self*

Hi Daddy.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[...

Oh dear.

Ienzo's just going to approach, slowly.]

What in the world are you doing, Ri?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks up at you and gives you a flour-splattered grin*

I'm baking a cake!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

How, exactly, did you create this mess, then?

[individuate.livejournal.com]

[...Why hallo, other replica.

Xir here just shakes his head. What a mess...]

Aren't microwaves usually for heating up food?

damn typos

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*what? an interruption during his MASTERFUL COOKING?*

You can use them for just about anything. I think.

[individuate.livejournal.com]

... No, you can't.

[Augh.]

They're not meant to cook with. Ever heard of an oven?

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

The heck is a double-boiler?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. But it looks like it's important.

*gives you a little smile before glaring at the cookbook again*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

I guess if you're going to get banned from the kitchen, I might as well help out. What are you trying to make?

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

.....do I even WANT to know?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Know what, Nami?

*not paying attention as he cracks eggs into a bowl... shells add crunchy texture, right?*

[youngkey.livejournal.com]

...

[Staring at a gunk of your wasted cake.

He swore it was blinking at him a few seconds ago.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*it probably never even made it into the proper cake stage*

Little Brother! Come help me.

*no that's not a suggestion*