It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty...pie.

[axkingforit]

 WHO: Sindre and Søren
WHEN: August 14th-15th
WHERE: The Charleston
WHAT: Bitch, it's time to fuckin' bake.
RATING: PG-13 for...UST? :Dc

Comments

Not by definition. You're just not trying hard enough.

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre rolled his eyes. "Then what exactly had you so scared of Puffin?" He pressed a little harder as he continued feeling out Søren's back. "Something had you spooked."

He left his hand on Søren's back as he continued. "I'm talking about the pain that has you grimacing every time you move too much and your overly-tight back muscles that can only be making it worse." And Søren probably hadn't done a thing to help his back heal. Fortunately, Sindre had what was needed to help.

Without a word, Sindre left Søren's apartment and quickly made his way down to his own. He quickly gathered up his heating pack and ice pack, but hesitated before he went upstairs. Shortly after he learned Søren had returned to Liberty, he had filled several Styrofoam cups with water and placed them in the freezer, for reasons he still didn't want to examine too closely. With the fall and the back pain Søren still showed, it was likely that he had some deep tissue bruises that the idiot wouldn't have done anything about. Shifting the packs to one arm, he grabbed a few of the cups and returned to Søren's apartment.

Upon arrival, he deposited the ice pack and cups into Søren's own freezer. Søren was about where he had left him. "You've always been bad about hiding when you're in pain," he continued as if he hadn't left, "no sense trying to pretend you're not." He tugged on the hem of Søren's shirt. "Now take this off."