"How even. . ."
Mark pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out an irritated sigh.
It had been a fine day. No really, it had - there weren't too many problems or complications at work, and he had been able to meet up with Dan on his lunch break. On top of that, that girl he had met a few weeks ago, Amy, had decided to text him back - mostly in dog pictures, much to Mark's absolute delight.
But the moment Mark has opened the door; no, the moment he had set foot on the cold, stone stairs to make the long walk up, he had felt something akin to trepidation skitter around his shoulders.
Sure enough, when he had opened the door, he had been met with the most ridiculous sight he had seen in almost a month.
"Just pull it out already!"
"I'm tryin'! What did he think I've been doin' the last minute?!"
"Ow! Ow ow ow! Stop! Stop!"
"Fer effs sake! Make up your mind!"
-And this, leads us back to the present situation at hand.
Both men were absolutely slathered in icing, and powdered with both sugar and flour. Jack was stretching as high as he could, while Phil stooped low, in an attempt to dislodge the hand-crank egg-beaters from Phil's hair.
It looked like the shiny, raven-black locks were pretty well tangled in there, too.
And it had been such a nice day, Mark thought, resigned.
But it would have been unrealistic to expect everything was fine when he got home, wasn't it?
Just another day for them all, though, he supposed.