[RL with Devit] [Backdated to immediately after the virus]

[tiedbyfate]

The kitchen smelled like burnt batter and there was a slight haze of smoke in the air. Thankfully (?), none of the smoke detectors in the decrepit building worked, so they weren't assaulted by any loud buzzing noises, but Devit had been coughing since the last lopsided attempt had come out of the oven

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[halfthetroubl]

Devit gagged and choked as he tried to wave away the smoke. When he finally had enough of his bearings, he frowned at the cake, too, considering Shito's question.

"Because, uhh..." He scratched his head and turned to the other boy, an uncertain look on his face. "As a show of forgiveness...?"

[tiedbyfate]

Shito growled and tossed the batter spoon into the sink with a loud clatter. "Damned viruses. I don't forgive that asshole, and I'm definitely not baking him a cake."

fff, I didn't know you were doing it this way. /didn't have the post tracked

[halfthetroubl]

Devit gave a slight start at the clatter, then blinked again, looking down at himself. He was wearing a pink apron that was smeared with flour and chocolate cake batter, and if he could see his own face, he'd notice it was in much the same condition. "What the..."

The haze of the virus lifting was sort of like waking up from a dream (or a horrible nightmare, in this case). He spent the next several moments glancing at the mess in the kitchen, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Sorry, I was going to tell you but hadn't caught you yet

[tiedbyfate]

Shito sighed. He was also covered with flour and other things, and his skin began to itch. Moving with quick, irritated motions, he grabbed the cake and tossed it into the bin - even if he had given it to the other people in the dorm, they couldn't have eaten something that bad.

Then he moved to the sink and began to wash the dishes. All he wanted to do was eradicate all evidence of this stupidity.

He remembered how he'd been acting - on a public channel, no less! - and the things he'd said, especially to Devit. His cheeks burned slightly and he glared down at the dishes as if they'd angered him, hoping Devit wouldn't bring it up.

[halfthetroubl]

As he watched Shito bustle about the kitchen, the reality of what had happened finally hit him.

"We were baking a fucking cake for Birkin," he exclaimed, horrified. "And it was my idea!" He then stuck his tongue out and gagged, shuddering slightly. "I feel unclean...!"