(The kitchen, if one were to walk into it, smelled great. Lately, Pink had been on a cooking roll, and at the moment, he was making cookies. Warm, gooey chocolate-chip cookies. And they smelled heavenly, if Pink said so himself. He was concentrating very hard on those, ignoring the world around him, and so if someone was to talk to him, they'd
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Hi. I like your hair. Whatcha' cooking?
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Hello there, little one.
Thank you. I'm making cookies, would you like some?
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*He nods* Yes, please.
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No, but you're close. I drank an ICEE, and it turned this color.
You're an excellent guesser.
(He straightens himself and takes one of the cooler cookies, then kneels back down and hands it to Light, smiling still.)
There you go.
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He looks at Pinky with wide eyes, fascinated by his hair.
You've got really pretty hair!!
Why's it pink?
He looks around, and smiles at the cookie roll.
Are you makin' cookies?
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It's pink because I want it to be.
Thank you, little friend.
(He glances back at the cookies.)
Yes, I am. There's already a batch in the oven, and if you'll wait a few moments, I'll let you have one, yes?
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Did you think really hard, and then it became pink?
Cuz I tried that once, and I just got a headache...
Wow, really? He grins and nods.
Wow, really?
Thanks!!
I'm Lawli, what's your name?
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I drank an ICEE, and it turned my hair pink. Neat, isn't it?
(He smiles, and crouches down to Lawli's height, resting his hands on his knees.)
Of course. It's my pleasure.
I'm L, though you can call me Pink, if you'd like.
It's nice to meet you, Lawli.
(He extends a hand in a very serious, solemn fashion, as if it's a very important issue, though he's still got a cheerful face.)
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So he walks into the kitchen, hoping to find someone he recognizes, and of all people L is there, baking cookies. B smiles, sighing inwardly, definitely relieved to see the man. He walks up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, leaning his head on his shoulder and whispering into his ear:)
Boo.
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(L almost, almost shrieks, but he catches himself. It's a good thing he didn't have anything in his hands, because they would have gone sky high. But he realizes who it is, and he flips, throwing his arms around B's neck and kissing him hard, almost knocking him back a few steps in his effort. When he pulls away, he hugs B to him closely, trembling a little, forehead against B's forehead, and whispers:)
Don't ever do that to me again.
(But his voice is soft, not scolding.)
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Like I had a choice?
(He smirks and ruffles L's hair.)
But I won't.
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(He clings, staring slightly, as if he's trying to re-memorize B's face. He runs his hands through B's hair, and kisses him again, not wanting to be far in any way. He smiles softly when he pulls away.)
You scared me.
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Hello. You're baking something?
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Oh, hello, Elle. How have you-- been?
(He pauses, as he remembers their last conversation, but his smile remains.)
Yes. I'm making cookies, actually.
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[He considers the question.]
I've been... good, yes. Exploring, mainly, but - what about you? You look better than when I last saw you.
[He pauses, awkwardly.]
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(He nods, checking the oven to see how far along the cookies are.)
I'm glad you've been all right.
(He pauses as well, but he gives Elle a warm smile.)
I'm much better, yes. B and Lex have stopped arguing.
I really do apologize for being so depressing before.
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Mmhm, they are.
Would you like some?
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