"Sweet…Mm, too sweet."
Demyx licked his finger, the taste of creamed butter and sugar obviously far too strong for his tastes. His expression made his partner in crime and baking, Axel, smirk to himself.
"I didn't think that was possible for you," the redhead muttered as he took the beaters away from the bewildered Nocturne. "You have the worst sweet tooth of anyone I know. It even beats Larxene's."
"So?"
Giggling, the musician snatched away one of the beaters and resumed cleaning it. "We'll get cavities from eating these cookies."
"We'll get cavities from LOOKING AT the cookies. But they're COOKIES."
Axel shrugged nonchalantly. "Who cares? We're Nobodies. 'S not like we're GOING to get cavities. We're DEAD."
"Awuh…Don't be such a spoilsport," whined Demyx. As he rubbed the creamy mixture from around his mouth, the musician got a devious grin on his face. "Axel…?"
"Yeah?"
A gobbet of sugar and butter landed on his cheekbone, accompanied by a cheer from the blond and a hiss of surprise from the Flurry.
"Yeah, I rule!"
The triumphant statement was cut off by Axel's hand smothering mix all over his face.
"Oh yeah? I RULE."
They both began laughing, even as Demyx licked the sugary stuff off his chin with his oddly prehensile tongue.
Seeing this, the pyro snorted and kissed the musician. And strangely enough, neither was phased by this.
It did happen whenever Axel got the urge, after all.
"Axel, we-"
Another kiss, but the redhead began laughing into his mouth. And that was a mood killer like you wouldn't believe. At this, they both began giggling again.
"C'mon, we gotta clean up," the blond suddenly interrupted, face brightening like the idea he'd been struck with was his best ever. "We still have to put in the flour!"
