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[sugarhighkind]

[A hyperactive thirteen year old bounces around his room, his communicator dutifully broadcasting his every movement to the entire mansion. He is hopped up on sugar and cannot seem to keep still for even a moment. Every pass in front of the camera is accompanied by a sound that goes something like this:]

EEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE

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[leadmetotheark]

*BRINGING YOU CAKE. ALL OF THE CAKE.*

[sugarhighkind]

[BEST. FRIENDS. FOREVER.]

DO YOU HAVE CAKE

[leadmetotheark]

And cookies!

They're white chocolate chip with orange zest. It's a new recipe!

[sugarhighkind]

OH MY GOD, THAT SOUNDS DELICIOUS.

[Not that he'll be eating them slowly enough to taste them.]

[leadmetotheark]

*Cookies inhaled are still cookies eaten.*

I can make more! You can help! They're even better before they're cooked.

[sugarhighkind]

MMNGFKAY.

[Translation: Okay.]

CAMM I MMANK MO' CAMK?

[Translation: Can I make more cake?]

[leadmetotheark]

*He totally speaks cake-mumble.*

Of course! What kind? We can make lots!

*BFFs.*

[sugarhighkind]

UHHH. I DUNNO. SOMETHING REALLY SWEET.

He looks like he's having a sugar seizure in that icon. <.<

[leadmetotheark]

Do you like strawberries?

sugar seeeeeizure. and yet it's canon fff

[sugarhighkind]

HELL. YES.

[leadmetotheark]

YAY! Come on!

*Dragging you to the kitchen right now. Right the fuck now. LETS DO THIS.*

[sugarhighkind]

[YAYAYAYAY.

As soon as they get there John hops onto a counter and starts kicking his feet impatiently.]

WE'RE GONNA MAKE STRAWBERRY CAKE?

[leadmetotheark]

Strawberry cheesecake.

*He starts pulling things out of the cupboard. He's pretty damn short so he's kneeling on the counter so he can reach the upper cupboards.*

[sugarhighkind]

MMMMM.

[He is seriously considering knocking you down though. And it is your own fault for looking so precarious.]

[leadmetotheark]

*He'll probably knock HIMSELF over at some point and save you the trouble. He's been known to accidentally fall over his own feet or walk into walls.*

Okay. I think that's all the stuff. Do you wanna smush the graham crackers for the crust? You get to whack them with a rolling pin!

[sugarhighkind]

OH MY GOD.

YES.

YES I DO.

[He grabs the rolling pin and brandishes it like some kind of hammer.]