Just One Hell of a Teacher
Characters: Black (hisbutler_bound) & Burn (unprotagonist)
Date/Time: May 30th, Morning
Location: Bakery
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: Finally allowed back at work, Black is given the task of teaching Burn how to bake.
The pink petals clung to his black relentlessly and with a brush of hands, making sure they removed from his person, he leapt into the air. It had been a while since he was allowed to return to work, even if just a couple of days. The boss knew of such fun times the fourth floor could incure and had not allowed him return to work without taking time for 'recovery'.
He found it inefficient to sit around all day with no tasks at hand, that when he entered through the front door, the little bell chimming its heart out, he wouldn't take no for an answer. The ovens were already hot, ready for his bold hands to take upon them each and every baked good he would set into them. As always there wasn't a bit of cat hair on him, nor any petals at all. Groomed to perfection, Black rolled up his sleeves, removed his makeshift coat and rolled up his sleeves. He'd start with the morning muffins, doughnuts and danishes as usual.
Date/Time: May 30th, Morning
Location: Bakery
Rating: PG - PG-13
Summary: Finally allowed back at work, Black is given the task of teaching Burn how to bake.
The pink petals clung to his black relentlessly and with a brush of hands, making sure they removed from his person, he leapt into the air. It had been a while since he was allowed to return to work, even if just a couple of days. The boss knew of such fun times the fourth floor could incure and had not allowed him return to work without taking time for 'recovery'.
He found it inefficient to sit around all day with no tasks at hand, that when he entered through the front door, the little bell chimming its heart out, he wouldn't take no for an answer. The ovens were already hot, ready for his bold hands to take upon them each and every baked good he would set into them. As always there wasn't a bit of cat hair on him, nor any petals at all. Groomed to perfection, Black rolled up his sleeves, removed his makeshift coat and rolled up his sleeves. He'd start with the morning muffins, doughnuts and danishes as usual.