Characters: Sasori and anyone who feels like bugging him
Location: Kitchen
Time: A few hours after returning from
this tripContent: Post-traumatic brownie baking
Format: Whatever works!
Warnings: emotionally vulnerable irritable Sasori and sinfully delicious brownies
It never failed; during a fight Sasori was able to stay focused and push his feelings aside, but they always came back with a vengeance once the battle was over. He'd probably spent a good hour in the shower after he'd gotten back, letting the hot water wash away not just the blood and creature gore that covered him, but also the fear and panic that he'd been suppressing.
Before, he would have found his way to Itachi to vent without openly venting, but right now...well, he just couldn't. Things between Itachi and himself were still a little too uncertain for comfort.
Sasori could handle it himself, which led to his alternate plan: self-medication in the form of a warm panful of chocolate and sugar and walnuts. And so, it wasn't long before he was down in the kitchen, preheating the oven and rummaging through the fridge and pantry for the necessary ingredients for a batch of Granny Chiyo's brownies.