Cooking with derps

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Why was he even doing this? It's not like he could actually bake...

Oh well. Here's Ven, in the kitchen, making quite a mess as he attempts to bake some cookies just to prove Vanitas wrong. Oddly, the only dough in there had little pink hearts printed on the cookies, which just made this more embarrassing.

But all he's got to do is put it on the tray, right? That can't be too hard... Right. Big globs of dough.]

This better work...

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ SILENTLY LEANING AGAINST THE DOORWAY WITH HIS ARMS CROSSED. Like a ninja. ]

[triggerparadox.livejournal.com]

[ BACK PAT. ]

Baking, huh?

1/2

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Right. So... the oven's preheating, cookies are on the tray. That seems right---

Something doesn't feel right.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

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[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...oh. 'sup.]

Uh, well. Vanitas put me up to it.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

I can't be in the kitchen?

[ He walks in; is the packaging the dough came in still in sight anywhere? ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I didn't say that. I just didn't think you'd be right there.

[Yeah. It's on the counter, says "Magic Heart Cookies."]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

You should pay more attention.

[ He wanders over to the counter, picking the packaging up between two fingers and turning his head towards the blond. ]

This counts as cheating, Ventus.

[hero-intraining.livejournal.com]

And what are we up to?

[Says the Zack inspecting the cookie dough from over your shoulder.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

It's not like I have eyes in the back of my head.

[... >c Gives him a look.]

How's it cheating? It's cookie dough.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

It's a long story.

[...headscratch.]

This guy named Vanitas is the reason why I'm doing this in the first place.

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

[ grabs a glob of dough and pops it in his mouth ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

You don't need eyes to know something's there.

[ He's rolling his eyes under that helmet, yes he is. ]

You didn't make it. Though I guess I shouldn't be surprised that your cooking limits are pre-packaged things.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I could make it from scratch if I wanted! I just couldn't find anything that'd work.

[or, in other words, he can't find a recipe]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

--Hey!

[Hello, tall stranger.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Are you this good with excuses for everything?

[ That is possibly an insult in more than one way. ]

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

This is some terrible cookie dough.

...[ Also ] What are you wearing?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...Grr. Sooo trying to glare right now.]

Are you always this much of a jerk?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

How's it bad? It tasted fine to me.

[sugar cookies with hearts. Not the same as chocolate chip, but better than nothing? Oh Ven.]

I'm wearing what I always do.

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

What's your home world like?

[ this won't do. Axel walks over to the fridge and pulls out a nicely refrigerated tub of fundraiser peanut-butter cookie dough ]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Are you always this inept?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Well...

[He pauses for a second. Where'd he get that dough? The fridge sure didn't have any when he looked, but maybe that was the DR playing tricks on him. Weird.]

Oh, right. There are a lot of mountains, surrounded by water, and there's this huge castle.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Are you always this...

Blunt?

[f-l-a-m-e-s.livejournal.com]

What's the castle called?

[ the DR fridge is magical to Axel ): Maybe he's secretly a wizard. Next time, see if he casts any conjuring spells.... ]

[ Anyway, he also takes out a jar of nutella and generously spoons some into his dough and mixes ]

[ and he's done. He spoons a bit and holds it out ] If your cookie dough tastes like crap, your cookies will taste like baked crap.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Only sometimes. Is that a problem?