So I guess this will be the first chapter. Hang in there folks, things might get rearranged. But for now, just enjoy your fluff and incompetent Silver.
Gold's apartment consisted of a single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and common area. It was small, but they managed to make it work. The two would battle every week for TV rights and chore duties. Silver took over the couch and the kitchen. He made it his apparent duty to maintain the kitchen because of Gold's negligence, keeping the fridge full and the sink empty. He also made time to… experiment with the oven.
Gold had been woken up by his fire alarm because Silver didn't know how to make pancakes. He had to literally show Silver how to use it without making flames, which baffled him.
"Are you seriously trying to tell me you've barely used an oven?" Surprise.
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Challenging deadpan.
"Then why didn't you tell me so I could show you before you nearly burn my ceiling?" Gold was ready to pull his hair out.
"Because I don't need you to help me," Silver says lowly. Gold just arches an eyebrow at him in amusement.
"Clearly you do. Here, let me show you how to make a real pancake." Ignoring the protests of his now-roommate, Gold adjusts the knobs of the oven to a much lower temperature and clears the burners. Feeling Silver's question stare, Gold sighs. "Pancakes are cooked on the top burns, not inside, 'kay?" He felt like he was dealing with a child. It was odd, most situations Silver was the 'adult' in their adventures, but here he was struggling with the oven. It made Gold wonder if this is who Silver was under his cold shell.
Once the burners were hot enough, he put on the skillet and rubbed a generous amount of butter on the surface.
"Do you really need that much butter?" Silver snorted behind him. He was observing over Gold's shoulder with enquiring eyes. Gold started at the sudden close proximity, causing Silver to give him a funny look.
"O-of course you do!" Gold defended, rotating the skillet so the butter slid around. Silver being so close to him was messing with his mind, it was weird. But a good kind of weird. He noticed it started happening a couple days after the redhead official moved in, when he couldn't sleep one night and went to get some water only to find Silver couldn't either. The two sat on Silver's makeshift bed and watched the usual stupid late-night shows, for once agreeing on how ridiculous they were. They were close enough that their shoulders brushed and Gold was acutely aware each time it happened.
"No. It's unnecessary." Silver's irked voice brought Gold back to reality. He merely frowned in response and grabbed the batter Silver made, thankful that he at least did that right. He ladled some batter into the skillet and rummaged around his drawers for the flimsy spatula, muttering a "Where the fuck is the stupid thing?" when it took him more than a minute. "Looking for this?" Gold looked up to find Silver holding the spatula out, amusement twinkling in his grey eyes. It was almost one of his rare smiles.
The Hatcher frowned further. "Jackass. You just wanted to watch me fumble!" He snatched the spatula and turned around pointedly , flipping the pancake. Silver let out a tiny smile while Gold's back was turned to him. Gold hummed as he waited for the pancake to cook and Silver's smile turned into an annoyed scowl.
After another 30 seconds Gold flipped the pancake onto a nearby plate, or at least thought so. Only half the pancake made it on. "Smooth."
"Says the guy who can't use an oven," Gold counters cheerfully, nudging it back on and pouring more batter into the skillet. He shoves the spatula over his shoulder and nearly into Silver's face, making him sputter. "Wanna try?" he offers. "You only learn through practice."
Silver stares for a moment before accepting the spatula and bumping Gold away with his hip. He doesn't take his eyes off the cooking batter, determined to get it perfect on the first try. He ends up flipping it too early and sulks. It was the second time Gold remembers thinking Silver was adorable. Silver's first pancake was undercooked, but the rest of them he flipped were right.
Soon the two had a pile of flapjacks and were eating on the couch, Gold spilling syrup on it. Silver glared and Gold stuck his tongue out. It suddenly dawned on Gold that he worked today and he shot up, eyes locking on to the analog clock hanging up. He was late, but it didn't seem to bother him. Gold sank back down and met Silver's questioning gaze. "What the hell was that all about?"
"Nothing," Gold assured. The old man would understand eating pancakes with his new roommate was very important.
