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[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[The kitchen is busy this evening. There are things out everywhere. Mostly baking supplies. On the table are also a picture frame, a pink bow, and a sprig of mistletoe. Yes, it's out of season, but it's also not hanging up anywhere.]

[Sora himself is baking away, working on making the dough for cookies. He's on a mission today, and he won't be stopped.]

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[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[and here's a Replica, arms crossed and leaning in the doorway. he doesn't say anything, simply watching Sora with a bit of an annoyed expression on his face.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Eventually, Sora turns around, about ready to put the dough on the pan. He stares at that annoyed expression for a moment, before he just smiles.]

Want some before it goes on the cookie sheet?

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[there's a brief flash of surprise, before his expression settles into something more sour-looking.]

Stop trying to butter me up.

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself!

[He gets a small finger-full, then holds the bowl out.]

Does Riku want some?

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[he stares at the bowl, then Sora.

... ... ...

okay yes, dammit, he'll swipe a finger through the dough and pop it into his mouth, his eyes glaring a hole into the wall near the fridge. he certainly isn't looking at Sora any longer.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[HEEHEE. He wins.]

[He looks very happy that you did that, and just goes back to the counter, setting the bowl down as he cleans his finger off in his mouth. Then he washes his hands before he goes about getting the cookies on the sheet.]

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

If we die from salmonella poisoning for eating raw dough, I'm coming back to haunt you personally.

[that may have been muffled. his finger is still in his mouth, after all.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

Cookie dough is worth it.

[Especially if it's sugar cookies.]

[He gets the cookies on the pan and puts it into the oven before he goes to sit on the table, next to all the things he gathered.]

[darksparked.livejournal.com]

[that gets a scathing glance, before it settles back into annoyed.]

What are you doing, anyway?

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Your being watched, Sora. Just with mild curiousity. Zexion here enjoys cooking. Not that he's any good at it.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Many Soras seem to be unable to get their bearings in the kitchen, but this one's got it down. And did we mention he's wearing strange inline skates (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/Anana-Chan/Artwork/CrownSkate.png) while he does this?]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Zexion wouldn't be half bad if he didn't mix things ingrediants that have no buisness being mixed. He's just noticed the skates. Didn't Demyx ramble at him a short while back about a Sora on skates? He can't be sure. He doesn't pay the man any mind sometimes.]

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Oh, are you the guy he sat in the hall with Demyx and talked about? Well that's just fine. He made him cookies, too.]

[When he notices him, finally, he stops what he's doing.]

Oh! Hey, I didn't notice you there. Guess I was a little lost in my baking.

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Yep, this would be him. If Zexion knew what you two talked about he'd tell you that Demyx has a tendency to exaggerate, but then he has a tendency to not take their arguments seriously at all.]

I could tell. [He settles down at the table. To observe.] What are you baking?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[Sora would be inclined to frown deeply at you. Which he already is, since you're trouble in his world, but if you aren't wearing A-Ts, or the emblem of the team you're on back home, then he's not about to make a scene about it. After all, the odds are more likely that he'd be wrong he ever assumed the worst.]

Cookies! If you stick around long enough, you'll get to have a couple, probably.

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Lots of people end up frowning at him. He's a bit of a jerk. Even so, he's not really trouble here since he thinks there's nothing to accomplish in this world by causing trouble. He's actualy making an effort to fit in--to some extent. Hence the casual chatting about cookies with a Sora.]

What sort are you making?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

Simple chocolate chip. It's Demyx's favorite, from back home. Roxas likes peanut butter best. Next time, I'll make those.

[But there's a purpose in making these particular kind, so.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

Whatcha doing Sora?

[Desi's leaning against the doorframe, watching curiously.]

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

[He looks over his shoulder-]

Oh, hey, Desiree!

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She walks in and peers at what's in the bowl.]

Ooh you're making cookies?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

Yup! Chocolate chip.

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[She stares at you with a 'want' expression on her face, those are her favorites!]

Can I have some when they're done?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

I don't see why not!

[Cheerful as ever, he is. He's working on getting the dough on the pan.]

[valgusti.livejournal.com]

[Desi smiles and sits down at the table. She actually felt like dressing up some today so she's wearing dark blue slip-on shoes, a pink blouse and a sky-blue ankle length skirt.]

So what's got you doing this?

[crowntrick.livejournal.com]

Oh--uh...

[His smile turns just a bit sad for a moment, but then he shakes his head and gets his energy back.]

I'm trying something for a friend.