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[ Happy Valentine's Day, dressing room. Riku's got you a present.

That is to say, there's the delicious scent of warm, baked chocolate coming from the kitchen. Riku's inside, equipped with oven mitts and surrounded by a half dozen trays of baked goods. Some cut out into hearts, others still set out to cool, and yet still more going into the oven. There's a large bowl by the mixer, chocolate dripping down the side, and ingredients all over the place. Riku's popping a couple white chocolate chips into her mouth-- oh. Oh. I'm sorry. Anyone familiar with her could tell you for sure which Riku it was, but it looks like she's been hit by a spell. She looks like, well, the majority of Rikus around here. Male.

And all of the trays are filled with brownies.]

{ ooc: for those unaware, the brownies cause automatic and immediate orgasms. it's a curse. }

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[She looks up when he comes in and holds both hands out.]

Don't take any!

[He still looks horrified, but that just confirms what he was thinking.]

I wasn't- shame on you!

Wh-- I...

[There we go, now she's a radiant shade of red.]

[They smell so good, too. His mouth is watering, but there's no way he's going to give in. Still looking mightily offended, Roxas turns to hobble for another kitchen because this one is clearly in the middle of being used for something terrible.

He's going try to call Girlyku and warn her about his horrible mess.]

Roxas, wait.

[She's sliding around the table to follow him, tossing the oven mitts to the counter. He must already know who she is. No one else has this problem, right?]

[If anything, he's going to try to move faster. (It isn't very effective when he has a bandaged leg.) Girlyku's number is the only one he has on speed dial, and really, that's the only way he knows how to use this thing, aside from actually answering and hanging up. Calling in three, two...]

No! I don't want any!

I don't want you to eat any! I just--

[Whoops, interrupted by the phone ringing. In her pocket.]

[Roxas stops, and does a slow turn. He's still got the call running, and realization is hitting him- right before the horror, all over again. It's a toss up over whether he sounds more horrified, incredulous or scandalized, really.]

Riku!?

[She looks incredibly guilty, sliding the phone out and pressing a button to ignore the call. It's going right back in her pocket, Riku taking the opportunity of added time to consider what to say.]

Yeah, it's me.

[He leans against the wall, his eyes trailing over the differences that he's not used to seeing on her, and then looking back toward the kitchen.]

Why?

[Damn. Extra time didn't provide the help she was hoping for.]

Which part?

That can't all be for you...

[And if it is, he's not sure he wants to know why.]

What? No, I didn't even make them for me.

[On the list of "bad ways to start this conversation"...]

I mean. No, that's what I meant, but...

Then who are they for?

[He's having trouble imagining her unleashing those on poor, unsuspecting people. Especially since she warned him not to eat them.]

Friends?

[Technically she was going to leave most of them lying around in the kitchen, but she was planning to wrap up a couple as ~~terrible pranks~~ gifts to her not-single friends. With warnings, of course.]

[Whoops, back to scandalized.]

But those- they're gonna- You'd give that to Kai!?

No! Definitely not!

[...she'd give them to Axel, who would then give them to Kai. Probably.]

I don't think I want to know which of your friends are going to get those, actually. Just so long as you weren't going to give me any, either.

Of course not. I wouldn't give them to anyone without warning them first, anyway.

[Ugh, this sucks. He's totally taken the wind out of her sails too.]

[There's a clattering sound coming from the kitchen, and Roxas' eyes go wide. Someone must have gone in while they were distracted.]

I am not going in there, Riku.

[She turns red again and slams a hand over her face, holding the other one up in the "stop" sign before she turns around.]

Stay here, I'll be right back.

[There's a very embarrassed-looking Roxas kneeling on the floor beside an overturned chair, and half a brownie in his hand that he's looking at incredulously.]

[She slows to a stop at the door, easing in the room and looking guilty. At least she knows they still work.]

Yeah, they do that.

[He's so red right now, even his ears feel hot. He hasn't been around Riku enough to realize she's under a spell, but he does pick up on the guilty look. He doesn't understand why Riku would feel guilty though. One hand drops to not-so casually cover the damp spot on his jeans, and Roxas very carefully reaches up to put the rest of the brownie back on the table. His hand is shaking.]

... Sorry. I made them, and I knew that would happen. I wasn't expecting anyone to show up.

[Fuck, now she feels really guilty. Always with the Roxases.]