☙ due // torta paradiso ☙

[basil_dono]

[Who is it in the school's kitchen, making noise with clinks and clanks of pans and other utensils?

Why it's Basil of course, and he's busy making a cake! The third cake to be exact. Which cake?

Torta paradiso; Angel cake. A traditional, light and soft textured italian cake. With mascarpone cheese and raspberry jam too.

Want a piece?

come

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[ranchia]

Hey.

[He can smell Italian food from miles away. N-no, he's not at all homesick. He's just hungry /lies]

That smells really good, Basil.

[ranchia]

[Stares--I mean: eats. Studiously eats. Somehow.]

You can't stop? [Sits up a little. That's cute, but kind of alarming.] ... Basil, how many cakes are you planning on baking?

[basil_dono]

[He stops filling the cake, to place a finger to his chin, thinking.]

I think you're eating no.53... [Have a blush.]

[ranchia]

...

[Sets his fork and stands up. He walks around the table to you and takes hold of both of your wrists.] Okay, it's time to stop.

[Leads you to the table and sits you down before returning to his own seat and cake. Stay there and stop baking. Munch munch.]

[basil_dono]

Wh-Hey! [Being lead by you really wont take much strenght from your side, haha!

He sits obediently down....

...To stand up and sliiiiiiiiiiide back to finish the cake...]

[ranchia]

Goddamnit, Basil-- [He almost chokes on his cake as he quickly stands up to haul you back in your seat again.] Just sit. And don't bake anymore. Just leave the cake alone. I'll eat the whole damn thing even if it's unfinished, okay?

[basil_dono]

[Flails a bit at you pushing him back again.]

But the taste will be blaaaand! Just let me finish!!

[ranchia]

No. [The moment he gives into you, you'll probably try to bake another cake.] I'll eat it all even if it's burnt to a crisp. You just sit still and stop baking.

He's enjoying this omg.

[basil_dono]

[Tries to escape anyway.]

I will stop after this one, I promise!

Being dominated? XD Hellz yeah bb

[ranchia]

[Shakes his head firmly, holding you in place.] Tch, just sit still and forget about the cake for a moment. [So he can enjoy his own slice of cake in peace, tyvm]

Let's talk about something else.

UNF! XDD

[basil_dono]

[He'll stuggle a bit more, then stop and look at you with big. Water. almost pleading. baby-blues. How can you say 'no' to him!?]

O-Okay... What about?

[ranchia]

[He can. Even if the guilt eats away at him. But he'll stay strong! He's doing you and the school a favor with this. Trust him.

He returns to his seat and starts on his cake again. Finally yum.] God, this is good.

[He shrugs] Anything. [And because Lancia is awkward...] What did you think of the assignment on Monday?

[basil_dono]

[Yes, he is very much pouting now, but stays seated anyway. Just a bit after you're gone... He'll be back to his baking-shenanigans!]

That assignment was silly, what's the point in writimg a letter to yourself?

[ranchia]

[Don't hold your breath. Lancia will stay until he finishes most of the cakes 8| And then maybe he'll help you clean up and then drag you to study or something.

Hums around his cake.] I don't know. I think my future self would appreciate it though. I think I'd like to know that my younger self was working hard.

[basil_dono]

[He's too tired from making the cakes anyway, so he'll sit still now... You can unhand him, haha!]

Still this assignment was pretty silly.

[ranchia]

[Well, if he really has to... He lets go of your wrist.]

It's like a time capsule. You put in feelings and memories that you want to send to your future self. [Okay, wow, that was kind of embarrassing to say. Blush.]