Twenty-Fourth Flame-[Voice]

[gogglesyndrome]

[Filtered from Yamato]

What's the best way to celebrate somebody's birthday when they're busy sulking?
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Um...cake batter doesn't stain the ceiling, right?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Nothing! Don't worry about it, I'm cleaning!

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

... [Making faces at his journal.] Do you want me to help?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

No it's fine. But it's cold outside.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

Not really.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Yes. It. Is.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

If you want me to come inside just say it, Tai. I'm not cold.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Come inside then. Kitchen.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

...'kay. [Shifting, wandering inside. Taking his time to take off his shoes.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[There's a few bumps and crashes from the kitchen but then it's quiet while he waits.]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

... [God we're kind of scared of what calamity you've caused. Into the kitchen we go.] ...hi.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Hey! [Standing in front of the counter and looking rather proud of himself, never mind the burnt pan behind him, the bits of batter clinging from the ceiling, and the egg shells on the floor by the ice box, there's a home-made cake sitting in the middle of the table for you.]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[His eyes trail from the pan, to the ceiling, to the eggs, and finally to the cake, where he pauses and goes slack-faced.] ...Wh. [Turns back to him, baffled.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[It also doesn't help that your bffl has flour all over his hair. Again.] Happy birthday, dude.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Boggles. You-- what. What.] ... [Still slack-faced, walks up to him.] ...Y've got flour in your hair. [Brb brushing it out.]

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs and frowns a little] Your welcome.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Smiles a little, dropping a hand onto his shoulder and squeezing a little.] ...thanks. Really.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that renders a wide Taichi-grin] Sure. Hopefully it turned out okay, I wasn't sure if you even wanted a cake, but I wanted a cake so I made one for everybody anyway.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Turns and looks at the cake, cracking a lopsided grin.] ...I'm not opposed to cake. I'm a little wary of your baking, but you didn't set the house on fire and it doesn't appear to be smoking, so I guess a little chance can't hurt.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

Thanks for having so much faith in me. [Lightly shoves him but still grinning.]

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[Drapes an arm over his shoulder and jostles him.] Well cake isn't that hard, if you followed the directions.

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

What directions?

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[...] The... ...you didn't get a cake mix?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

I followed the recipe book from the library, but some of the directions were weird so I ignored them.

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[toomuchhairgel.livejournal.com]

[...Oh god.] Which, if you don't mind my asking?

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[goggle-syndrome.livejournal.com]

I dunno...just some...