Cake Catastrophe (video; un: Sly Blue and RuffRabbit)

[bottombitch]

[ The scene may not be an usual one. There's a fire alarm blaring, the haze of smoke and the dismayed sound of a man who has fallen prey to some misadventure in cooking. Aoba whines about how he's ruined a birthday cake he toiled over for hours, makes a fuss at how he couldn't have possibly got it wrong, all the while trying to shut off the alarm.

Noiz is naturally filming this culinary disaster as it happens and is presenting it live on social media. Don't forget to hit subscribe, folks.

When he pushes open the door to the kitchen, there's enough smoke that it's left a dull haze hanging around the kitchen even with the ventilation fan on full blast and a certain blue-haired young man is flapping a dish towel frantically before the oven. The door is open and it belches smoke, makes him choke and cough as he hauls out the burnt remains of what may have been a cake.

He clearly did not do the cooking by the book, either through sheer laziness or by using some messy recipe and the cake turned out crazy. It looks more like a blackened bit of sponge than anything edible.

It’s at this point that the camera turns a bit to show the plain-faced cameraman, who reaches forward to rip a chunk of the blackened cake up from the smoldering mess, to take a bite.

Of course, he makes a face. Eyeing the camera now, he shakes his head. ]

Someone should teach this idiot how to bake.

Or at least point him to a cookbook.

[ And apparently, that’s too much for the victim star of the video to handle, as he runs toward the cameraman, hands out to take the comm from him. ]

You complete brat! Are you filming this?! Don’t eat that garbage, what are you doing--!?

[ Looks like the show is over, unless you want to reply to the video that now abruptly shuts off to help this pair of fools. ]


[ ooc: Aoba's dialogue is in blue, Noiz is in green. ]

Comments

[bunnyblock]

[It works better for him, honestly. He doesn't feel the need to get annoyed with the constant in-and-out of strangers on their floor if there's noone but Aoba there. He doesn't have to apologise for his computer parts that will eventually scatter the floor of the entire place, and he has to worry even less about keeping odd hours due to forgetting to sleep.

It was best-case scenario in a lot of ways, and adding one more reason to the pile was definitely not something he felt too bad about.]

Ah, is it.

[A low chuckle as the other admits to being ashamed by his own voice, and he leans in, just another inch. His lips barely brushing against the others' before pulling back--not letting the other connect it if he tries.]

Wear your headphones, then.

I read somewhere that music can make things more intense, you know.

[bottombitch]

[ Ah, his face is really burning up. Can anyone even see just by looking at them that this conversation isn't normal at all?

That ghosting touch of lips clouds up Aoba's mind just like that, a feather touch is all it takes. Pathetic, he thinks, worrying deep down if his desperation makes him lose face in front of Noiz. ]

H-headphones...? Nngh?! [ Aoba bristles at the idea, imagining... all kinds of things while he presses the cans of his headphones tight over his ears, his brow furrowing in concentration and... that's! Really too much! ]

More intense! Perverted brat, quit saying such weird stuff in public!

[ Aoba punches him in the arm, a little too roughly. How could you give him such a ridiculous mental image! ]

Let's go, before you say something else that's weird!

[bunnyblock]

[He doesn't hold back the laugh that bubbles up against his throat as the dull sensation of the others' fist makes him shift backwards a bit. Rough, maybe--but it's not as if Noiz could feel it as the others' fist hits him hard enough to nearly bruise.

He doesn't even raise a hand to rub the area that's likely reddened under the material of his long-sleeved shirt.]

Noone can hear us.

[After all, he HAD said it quietly enough so...]

The only thing people are hearing is you yelling.

[His expression is every bit smug as he finally moves to carefully remove any remaining rabbits off his person before standing up. Pushing his hat into his pocket, and tipping his head back to look at the other.]

...

We can eat the cake after.

[He's a bit too full for it now.]

Let's go home, for now. [Because you can just tell, Aoba--he's moments from saying something else that's 'weird'.]

[bottombitch]

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