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.

[whispery-song.livejournal.com]

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

Uh... R-Ri?

[seasides]

[DOT DOT DOT]

[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!

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[...

Oh dear.

Ienzo's just going to approach, slowly.]

What in the world are you doing, Ri?

[individuate.livejournal.com]

[...Why hallo, other replica.

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

Aren't microwaves usually for heating up food?

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

The heck is a double-boiler?

[lifelike-memory.livejournal.com]

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

[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.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

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

Hello there.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is startled and jumps back, bumping into a bowl and knocking it to the floor, splattering lumpy stuff in a wide radius*

AUGH!

[seasides]

[...great, more mess. sigh.]

Sorry, Ri.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*looks up at you and glares*

This is important!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

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

OH. Hi, Namine. Did you need something?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*whines, looking at the lumpy splat on the floor*

It took me two hours to get that right!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

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

I'm baking a cake!

[seasides]

And it'll take much less time when you have someone helping you. If you'd put it in at 700, it would've been destroyed anyway.

[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*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Know what, Nami?

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

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*s-sulk*

I... I would watch it to make sure it didn't burn.

*do ignore the burned hockey pucks of cake-like-imitation stacked on the counter; they were test runs*

[seasides]

Does the oven even go that high?

[don't mind him, gathering cleaning supplies.]

[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.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I haven't fucked up! This is a work in progress!

*yes the fridge still lives, but the door is very sticky*

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Right. Here's hoping the end result isn't as shitty quality as this.

[Ew, sticky. Oh well. Brb, rifling around in there looking for beer or something.]