"Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it"-Russell Baker
It's eight-thirty in the evening. Clay's back from his free-day, mine's tomorrow. Kimiko's still sick as a dog, I should know, I've been at her wake and call all day. Don't misunderstand, I'm not the least bit worried about her, it's just, she has something I want. And Omi...
My foot taps continuously, beyond my sane control. There is a slight hint of something in the air...
Nutmeg.
I look at my watch. It has been fifteen minutes. Only fifteen more to go. I cross my arms, glaring into space.
"R-raimundo?"
I twitch, "...Yes, Omi?"
"What in Dashi's name are you doing!" There was hardly a hint of curiosity in that question. Most of it sounded flabbergasted.
I twitch. "What in Dashi's name does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well...that is the thing, Raimundo. It looks like you're baking muffins. But I know that's crazy. Because you're Raimundo, and from what I have learned Raimundo does not bake."
I twitch. I twitch. "When have I ever proven that I don't bake?"
I am so offended, my little butterball of a friend.
"I don't know. It is just… Well, a very un-Raimundo-ly thing to do."
"Un-Raimundo-ly?" A nerve pulses on my forehead, I turn away from the oven and lean back on it. My fingers massage my temples.
Since when does this kid know how to be me?
"Omi," I look at the monk half-heartedly, "Are you doing this just to annoy me, or are you having another one of your sexism attacks?"
He blinks.
I twitch.
"Uhm...yes?" The fact that his answer was made to sound like a question was too ironic. For my taste at least.
"Aiii, papi!" I hiss under my breath, proceeding to tend to the oven.
I have my back turned to him now, yet I can clearly see the look of disappointment he was giving me.
"But, you're baking! Muffins! Muffins incite feelings of cute and warm and fuzzy!"
Damn little sexist monk...
I crash my head onto the countertop, mumbling. "…They could be evil muffins."
OwWwww...
"I won't deny that possibility." I can actually feel him rub his chin through my anger, he's seriously considering it, "But… It's… muffins. And baking. And… Why are you baking anyway?" I had that little picture in my head of Omi flailing his arms everywhere, eyes bugging out.
Because I'm trying to be a good mother, I thought sarcastically, but that would've made things worse.
"Because I'm hungry and the only food in the fridge is that mountain of meat that expired three days ago." My head hurts...
"But… muffins?"
"…I like muffins." I said that too quickly without thinking.
"Evil muffins?"
So did he.
"Yes, Omi, I like evil muffins."
"…So, do they taste any good?"
"How badly do you wanna know?" I ask him almost threateningly, raising my throbbing head from the countertop.
He falls silent, I still have my back turned. He finally walks away.
As soon as I'm sure that the little monk is gone, I smirk. Devilishly.
"You are such a liar..." I scold, laughing lightly.
Truth be told, I wasn't really a big fan of muffins. I wasn't all that hungry either.
The muffins aren't for me. Oh, no.
They're for poor little Kimmy. Sick in bed.
The watch on my alarm beeps, it is time.
I hastily grab the pastries from the oven, chucking them onto a plate. They smell so good..no, wait.
They smell evil...
Whatever the scent I make my way to Kimiko's room.
Where that evil Japanese heiress is bound to be waiting.
Hugging a terrified hostage.
Don't worry, Ninja Fred. I'm coming. Daddy's coming for you.
Well, there it is. There's hardly any mention of Kimiko here, yes I know. Kill me later. It's just, I decided to make Raimundo's evening a two-part thing. Surprisingly, Pedrosa's a harder guy to write than the rest of them...well, that's just about it...enjoy. Not really proud of this one but, I think it was Raimundo-ly enough to be believable...
And about that reoccuring comment on Omi, has anyone else noticed how much of a conceited sexist he is? I mean, we all love him for that but no one's really made a point that he habits being one...So, to see Raimundo baking would naturally shock him, I guess... that's right ladies, just imagine Raimundo in a pink apron...SQUEE! I'll be taking requests for the next chapter so, feel free to suggest...as long as it's clever RaiKim involved.
Last Note: I'm sorry it's so late and not very interesting...I've had writer's block for so long I should call it Writer's Cube! Hyuu! The next one will be better. I swear my--Calistar Heir's life on it...Me? Are you kidding? I'm too young and beautiful to die...
(Calistar glares at me with a whip in hand)
Irk...