rakuen | Baking

Even if she couldn't see his eyes, his body language probably let off how damn curious he was at the moment. That, and he sauntered over to the table curiously. He shakes his head at her question, but he doesn't seem to leave. He looked positively fascinated with what she was doing.

Sis never really baked (did she even cook?). So, actually watching someone do this was pretty new to him.

"You can stay if you would like, but I may ask you to help," she smiles warmly at him. Yuki can tell that he's curious about her baking and thinks that it is rather cute. The boys she was used to would probably make some rude joke about women and kitchens, so this was a nice change.

She hands him a bowl that once housed the batter for cupcakes, there is some remaining in it, a little that she didn't bother to scrape off, "Would you like to try the batter? It tastes good."

God, he loved that he keeps such a good pokerface outside sometimes. But he was sure he lit up just a little. Maybe he wanted to try it. Even if it was so fucking domestic he could make Dave wife jokes until he would be literally beating that dead horse with another. But...he never got to do this shit before. And maybe it'll keep his mind off things.

Dave looked into the bowl, swiping some of the batter onto his finger so he can lick it off. Shit, this stuff is good.

He did, in fact, light up a bit, and Yuki noticed it. She smiles a bit wider in response and is noticeably happy when Dave likes the batter. Because he seems to like it so much, she'll make some more (you can never have enough cupcakes, that can be her excuse).

"I'm glad you like it! I think we're going to need some more cupcakes so I was planning on making some more. Would you like to help me? You can have that batter as well. We can make a different type too."

Dave nodded slowly. He'd like to help. But then he kind of stood dumbly in his spot. He didn't know jackshit about baking. Sword fighting, he knew. How to lay out some sick beats. He knew how to do that too.

Baking and doing generally normal shit? Fucking clueless.

"Ah, if you don't know how to then I can teach you, then we can serve your first cupcakes at the sleepover! That is, if they're your first. But we can serve them anyway," stop talking Yuki, you're babbling.

She turns away from him to gather the necessary ingredients. She made chocolate already, so this batch can be vanilla, and maybe she can make a third batch of a different kind. Strawberry maybe.

Yuki gathered all the ingredients in her arms and brings them over to the table she was working at before, "Have you not cooked before?"

He tries to not look so hopeless. But that sounded kind of nice. He could give cupcakes to his friends. Oh dear god, this is too fucking domestic for him. He might as well start trying to invest in achieving breasts while he's at it or something.

Dave is looking through the ingredients curiously. The only thing he ever remembers being in their cupboards at home was maybe sugar. Most of this shit, he had never really seen.

The blank stare he gives her is probably a good indication of not having cooked before.

Maybe it's a good thing Dave can't speak.

She rubs the back of her head, "I'll take that as a no, well you need to start somewhere," she smiles at him, "First you need some bowls and measuring spoons, I put them in the sink before, can you get them for me?"

Oh. She asked even. Instead of ordered. Shit, why are people here so mindnumbing nice? It's throwing him off pretty bad. But he listens and moves over to the sink to get them. He made sure they were clean or something before returning with them.

At least he knew enough to know that you shouldn't cook with dirty things.

Yuki doesn't give anyone orders unless it's really important or everyone is being dumb and not getting their work done. She smiles when he hands her the bowls, "thank you."

She pulls the measuring cup out of the bowl and starts measuring some of the dry ingredients, narrating as she goes along and pausing ever so often to make sure Dave understands or isn't bored, "here, now you try," she offers him an empty bowl.

Oh god damn it, she makes this look so much easier then it really is. If they were giving awards for messiest fucking baker, Dave wins hands down. On the upside, he actually does follow the directions she's explained. Downside, his workspace is a mess and they've barely started.

Yuki cleans up after him as he goes along, preferring to keep her workspace clean rather than messy. But she's proud of what he's done so far. She claps her hands in joy, accidentally giving off a small puff of flour, "good! Your measurements were perfect."

She starts showing him how to mix the wet ingredients and to slowly mix the dry ingredients into the wet.

He can see why kids always want to mix in those shitty movies and television shows. Shits therapeutic. Or, well, it's kind of fun. Not as fun as most of the other stuff he does, but this wasn't so bad.

And at least Yuki seems to have done a good job at distracting Dave by having him concentrate on remembering how to do this.

Yuki nods along as Dave mixes the ingredients, stopping him once or twice because he was putting too much of the dry mixture into the wet at one time, but otherwise not interfering.

"Now we just need to put them in the oven and they'll be done! Then you've made your first batch of cupcakes!

Dave finally pulled his PDA so he could say something to Yuki.

we get to decorate them right???
i mean
shows and shit always show those fucking diabete inducing adorable cupcake designs
im just curious
i kind of want to make some specifically for my friends
is that weird???

Also, Yuki might get to see the curious blond staring at the oven as the cupcakes bake. He's surprisingly patient for his age though.

Yuki giggles softly at how into it he's getting, "We can decorate them if you would like, I'm sure your friends would appreciate custom cupcakes!"

Shit. She's probably giggling at him. Maybe he shouldn't have asked. Now he's a little embarrassed.

He settles down in one of the stools, so he can rest his chin on the counter. He's looking at Yuki most of the time, but it's near impossible to tell which way he's looking with his shades. He's sure John and Jade would appreciate the cupcakes.

She didn't mean to embarrass him, she just thought it was nice that he wanted to make something nice for her friends. It also makes her decide that she should make something special for Sora and Koharu, even if they aren't her Sora and Koharu.

Yuki feels like he's watching her but isn't sure, so she takes extra measures to not be clumsy as she's cleaning the bowls again, "We just need to wait for them to cook and we can decorate them!"

Anything he does that ends up uncool is embarrassing. It's just how he is.

Dave glances at the oven. Waiting was a pain in the ass at times, but he guesses it isn't so bad. It's the first time he's baked anything ever. So he's willing to wait. Plus, he could decorate his cupcakes however he wants. He could do something phallic, but that would be terrible.

As tempting as it is.

But then he tilts his head curiously. What do you put on them???

Yuki would be very embarrassed if Dave chose to make something phallic. It comes along with the general fear of males.

While the cupcakes bake, Yuki begins to make the icing, even pulling out some food dye so she could section off some icing and make different colors. If he wanted to make finer details she would put the icing in a bag and show him how to pipe it.

"What colors do you want?"

He wouldn't. It would be kind of rude seeing as she was being pretty nice to him.

Oh shit. Food dye. Why is this more exciting then it really is? Maybe because he never actually has seen people dye their food. He knew of it, because he isn't dumb enough to think that it magically came in that color, but still.

He pointed to the blue and green colors. Blue for John. Green for Jade.

Yuki nods and hands him the blue and the green, keeping the yellow and the red for herself. It worked out perfectly considering those are the colors she wanted, yellow for Koharu and red for Sora. Matching their hair color may be a little lame, but she associates them with those colors.

She splits the icing into four bowls and hands two to Dave, showing him to drip a few drops of the dye into the white icing, mix it, and then add more if he wants a darker color.

Dave busies himself in mixing the food dyes into the icing. There might be a bit of a small smile on his face. Maybe partaking in mundane things that isn't fighting or intense jams isn't so bad. He won't tell people he likes baking though.

He's not supposed to tell people that.

Baking

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