This fanfic is completely pointless by the way. It's mostly made to just be fun Enjoy.
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Demented Cake
Luciola blinked in confusion, though the expression didn't show on his face. In his kitchen Dio was standing by what was once a black marble counter, but had been miraculously changed into pure with. He dabbed his finger in it; flour. Much of Dio's outfit was covered in the substance, but for the most part this couldn't be seen due to the white coat he wore.
"Can you guess what I'm doing Luciola"
Luciola blinked.
"I'm baking you a cake!" A small glass bowl could be seen among the mess, which Dio had stuck a wooden spoon in and was vigorously stirring, sending splotches of the mix onto the counter.
"What are you wearing?" Luciola pointed to something draped around Dio's neck. After a bit of dusting at his chest, a puke green apron could be seen draped around his middle and tied in place.
"Our next door neighbor gave it to me; Sophia. She told me to wear it when I cooked. She taught me how to do everything." What Dio aid was true; the only problem was that only half of it actually stuck when it was said. While he was speaking he threw in two raw eggs-shells and all-and bashed them up with a spoon before stirring.
Luciola just sat and watched, lazily blinking every so often as Dio pranced around the kitchen. He certainly didn't walk; he pranced. Hopping up and down and humming to himself, he slipped this way and that, dragging out more bowls, spoons, and various other objects; less than half of them used. Forming some sort of lump on a tray, he soon shoved it into the stove before continuing to make some icing.
Dio looked to Luciola and clapped his hands, "Now what color do you want your icing to be"
Luciola blinked. Dio waited. After a few moments, Dio cheerfully answered with an optimistic finger pointed to the sky, "Pink it is"
Many more fumblings occurred as Dio attempted to make the icing with no instructions whatsoever. He assumed that anything pink would make his own icing pink, which included a pink-looking cupcake that had been left in the fridge.
Dio lathered the icing onto the very burnt 'cake' he pulled from the oven, using his hands more than anything to do so. With a bit of skill he managed to cut a small bit of the crumbling mass before shoving it on a plate and passing it to Luciola.
"Enjoy!" he called cheerfully.
Luciola stared at it. Tentatively he picked a fork from the many that had been dragged out, shoving a bit of the mass onto it before daintily placing it in his mouth, a small bit of the icing left on the side of his cheek. There was a long moment of silence. Luciola gave no expression of his thoughts on the conjunction, though it was quite obvious he wasn't chewing.
Dio blinked, waiting for some sort of sign "Well what do you think"
Luciola slowly began chewing. Still he gave no sort of sign of how it tasted.
Dio cocked his head to one side. Suddenly he leaned in, eyes closing as his warm tongue rolled across Luciola's cheek, slowly lapping up the bit of icing left there. With a small cough he put his hand over his mouth, quickly grabbing a cup and filing it with water before finishing it of in one gulp.
"That tastes horrible! Don't eat it Luciola"
Luciola blinked again before loading up his fork and having another bite.