Trisha, I know I never got your birthday fic done. I'm sorry. ;o; (Actually, I had a really decent idea started, but then I lost it when my computer crashed. ._.) So this is a bit of an apology for you. *squish* Because I am teh loving of j00~
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There was a cake in his refrigerator. Tsuzuki wasn't sure why or how it got there, but it -was- there. (So maybe it was a bit lopsided, and one edge looked like it had broken off a bit before it was frosted. And maybe the vanilla frosting was sort of lumpy, too thick in some spots, and showing the chocolate cake underneath in others. That didn't matter so much as the fact that it was -cake-.)
Tsuzuki pulled it out, carefully, shutting the refrigerator door and going to set it on his kitchen counter. Frowned at it, and then dipped a finger into the frosting, bringing it to his lips, licking it off.
Buttercream frosting. He sighed happily, closing his eyes for a moment, just enjoying it.
"Is it any good?" The sudden voice made Tsuzuki start, turning around to look at Hisoka, who was watching him impassively, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe casually.
"You made this?" He blinked. Hisoka didn't bake. Hisoka -hated- baking.
"I didn't say that." Hisoka coughed a bit, flushing deeply and looking up to study the ceiling.
Tsuzuki smiled, "It's -delicious-." He tilted his head, just watching his partner, who looked back at him, frowning a bit suspiciously.
"...Really?"
Tsuzuki nodded enthusiastically, scooping up more of the frosting, sucking it off of his fingers, reaching for a plate and a knife to cut himself a piece.
"Idiot." But the sting was taken out of the word by the soft laugh behind it, and the sound of Hisoka crossing the kitchen floor.
Arms wrapped around his waist, loosely, and he stilled, smiling and closing his eyes. "Thank you, 'soka."
His partner grunted, resting his forehead between Tsuzuki's shoulder blades. "Tell anyone about this and I'll make you stick to Tatsumi's food budget for a month."
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There was a cake in his refrigerator. Tsuzuki wasn't sure why or how it got there, but it -was- there. (So maybe it was a bit lopsided, and one edge looked like it had broken off a bit before it was frosted. And maybe the vanilla frosting was sort of lumpy, too thick in some spots, and showing the chocolate cake underneath in others. That didn't matter so much as the fact that it was -cake-.)
Tsuzuki pulled it out, carefully, shutting the refrigerator door and going to set it on his kitchen counter. Frowned at it, and then dipped a finger into the frosting, bringing it to his lips, licking it off.
Buttercream frosting. He sighed happily, closing his eyes for a moment, just enjoying it.
"Is it any good?" The sudden voice made Tsuzuki start, turning around to look at Hisoka, who was watching him impassively, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe casually.
"You made this?" He blinked. Hisoka didn't bake. Hisoka -hated- baking.
"I didn't say that." Hisoka coughed a bit, flushing deeply and looking up to study the ceiling.
Tsuzuki smiled, "It's -delicious-." He tilted his head, just watching his partner, who looked back at him, frowning a bit suspiciously.
"...Really?"
Tsuzuki nodded enthusiastically, scooping up more of the frosting, sucking it off of his fingers, reaching for a plate and a knife to cut himself a piece.
"Idiot." But the sting was taken out of the word by the soft laugh behind it, and the sound of Hisoka crossing the kitchen floor.
Arms wrapped around his waist, loosely, and he stilled, smiling and closing his eyes. "Thank you, 'soka."
His partner grunted, resting his forehead between Tsuzuki's shoulder blades. "Tell anyone about this and I'll make you stick to Tatsumi's food budget for a month."