hugtopia_logs | Let's Get Cooking [OPEN]

♥ Who: Will and YOU
♥ Where: Will and Kiwi's house
♥ When: Christmas Day
♥ What: Will is going on a holiday baking spree and wants your help! (And also to feed you. Please eat.) It's also a last minute birthday party for Kiwi, because someone didn't mention it to anyone.
♥ Rating: Should be nothing but cute unless something unexpected happens! Assume PG-13 to be safe.

1. An Open Invitation! [Network Post - Video, Public]
[Where on earth did Will get a chef's hat? The world may never know. Regardless, he's wearing it and a cute apron, and looking immensely pleased with himself as the video turns on.]

Hi, everyone! Now that the ingredients we're getting out of the replicators are looking so much better, I thought I'd try my hand at doing some baking again and see if my recipes would come out the way they're supposed to. Who wants to come help?

Taste testing is an important way to help too, of course! Hehehe~ ♥ Anyone who wants to drop by, come whenever you can!

2. Secret Santa [Network Post - Video, locked to everyone EXCEPT Kiwi]
[The video seems to be over for a moment--until it clicks back on, this time in a slightly more private setting. Will's beaming smile has turned into a conspiratorial grin, and his voice is a little quieter to make sure he's not overheard.]

You all should also know it's Kiwi's birthday today, too. I know there's no advance warning, so gifts might not be feasible--I only found out yesterday, myself. But maybe at least give them a hug and some well wishes while you're here? I'm sure it would make them really happy!

3. Let's Get Together [Network Post - Video, locked to Magolor and Crystal Exarch]
[This time, he's just making a separate message entirely. He moves in and out of view of the camera as he putters around the kitchen preparing, but his voice is still easy to hear, at least.]

Exarch, Magolor! Can you both make it over sometime today? I promised I'd take another spin at these poffins months ago, and I promised I'd introduce you two once everybody was done being sick, so now seems like a perfect time to chat.

[Remember how you wanted him to make poffins for his own surprise party, Magolor? Well, hopefully this is almost as good. Especially when you add the fact that he's been hyping you up to another friend!]

4. Food, Glorious Food [Action]
[You want treats? You got treats! Whether you came to help Will cook and bake, to be social in and around the kitchen, or expressly to mooch free food off of him and maybe provide feedback, he's welcoming everyone in with open arms.

Highlights include poffins, Pokéblocks, a birthday cake, anything guests might request or try to whip up themselves..... and curry? He wants to make sure people actually have something substantial to eat alongside all the sweets, okay. ~~His friends have an appalling track record of not taking care of themselves, please let him love you.~~ The improved ingredients seem to have done wonders for his cooking, though--everything is turning out excellent today, and he couldn't be happier to see how well it's all coming together. Hopefully that good mood is infectious~ ♥]

5. Get This Party Started [Action]
[There really wasn't any time to decorate, since Will threw this entire affair together last minute--but that doesn't mean they can't have fun! There's freshly made treats, (including a cake!) there's delicious seasonal drinks, there's probably a handful of presents to be opened.....

And most importantly of all, of course, there's a birthday bard to fuss over and spoil. Enjoy the party! Will is fluttering around playing the gracious host, trying to make sure everyone is happy and comfortable, and socializing with each other well. He's also (but why, though?) put on a colorful cardboard party hat right on top of his chef hat; it's staying on remarkably well.]

6. Wildcard
[Do whatever else you want! Mix, mingle, steal delicious unbaked dough, tease Kiwi over being such a cute birthday bard, etc. etc.]

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[She hums in response, her tone agreeable, long ears curved downward, the look in her own eyes softer than it usually is. Like watching a blazing fire soften into more peaceful embers, it's a different sort of energy. Her fingers linger on the curves of his cheekbones, not pulling away entirely, content instead to watch his eyes and his expression, smiling quietly at what she finds there.]

Just us.

[There's something delightfully satisfying about that. About being right. And this is only the first step, there's more to do, more to learn. And he has conversations he ought to be having. This is enough for her, though. Wherever this goes, she'd like to follow it a while.]

[He nods ever so slightly, a confirmation of her response. A soft smile as he dips his head one more time. This time he kisses her cheek though, sweet and affectionate, before finally leaning back properly. This was very necessary but it's also.... supposed to be Kiwi's birthday party and they've been hidden away up here for some time now.]

We should... probably get back downstairs.

[It's clear from his tone that he'd rather hide from all the socializing though. Predictable? Him?]

[If she's disappointed by it, she doesn't show, merely smiles and subtly tilts her cheek in to meet him as she had with her lips. There's nothing subtle about his tone, of course, and she gives his own cheek a little pat.]

You don't have to. They'd understand.

[If nothing else, she's noticed that Cor has very good people surrounding him.]

[He offers her a sheepish kind of smile, chuckling at that little pat.]

Yes, but... [But... but what, Cor? He's making excuses because of those ridiculous expectations of his again and he knows it but he still feels like he has to protest. To do the right thing, the proper thing.

He trails off though, sighing, shaking his head and then just leaning into her, nuzzling against her slightly. Someday he'll be able to do selfish things without being guilty about it. Today is not that day.]

[She exhales a soft sigh, almost a laugh, and shifts positions until she's halfway behind him rather than at his side. Reaching up, she gently tugs him back against her chest, stroking her fingers through his hair, massaging at his temples.]

Come on, now. I won't tell if you don't.

[Boys, honestly. Workaholic worrywart boys with no sense of self-preservation. How did she do this to herself again?]

[Guess you just have a Type, Lup.]

Someone will notice eventually

[Despite the verbal protest Cor makes no move to stop her. In fact he lets himself drift back, melting against her. Especially when her fingers start working at some of the ever present tension at his temples. He sighs, a low rumbling sound, and she's going to have a lap full of liquid Lion in a moment here.]

[She does, damn her.]

I can fend them off, if you like. I have it on good authority that I'm getting rather accomplished with a fire sword.

[She doesn't mind if he melts against her; stronger than her diminutive appearance conveys, she can support his weight. Taking note of his reactions, she focuses on the spots he seems to enjoy the most. The perks of being alive as long as she's been: you get very, very good at this sort of thing.]

[He hums softly, content for the moment to lounge against her, well aware of what she is able to handle from their training lessons. She may be much smaller but she has a great deal of power in that small frame. It's reassuring in many ways.

One of the many things on the list of reasons to keep others at arm's length was the knowledge that it would be so very easy for him to hurt someone. It was one of the few things he'd actually discussed with Clarus over the years. Of course he'd gone and found himself a fierce Galahdian wife. They didn't all have that option. (He'd most certainly had that opportunity he'd simply chosen not to take it.)]

That you are, one of my finest pupils.

[There's a hint of playfulness in the words, even as the melt into a groan, his head lolling to the side to offer more of his neck and shoulder on his dominant side to her.]

Gods, you're good at that.

[Her responding chuckle is soft and low at his ear, leaning down to rest her head against his as her hands work through the kinks at his neck, drawing hungrily on his warmth.]

You can thank a hundred years of practice for that. Though it's rare to get someone so, mm... malleable.

[Many a sore neck had been acquired during overnight research sessions, pouring through old notes, agonizing over divine magic that exists beyond a normal understanding. It's nice to do this in a more relaxed setting in comparison, for pleasure rather than for business. And she's never seen Cor this calm before, like he's about to turn into a puddle in her arms.

She shifts her motions into a more soft, soothing rub across his shoulders, up and in between, now that the worst of his tension is eased. She's curious to see if she can get him to doze off, since he sure looks like he could use a nap.]

[To be fair, Cor could always use a nap. There's a fleeting moment when he feels a touch guilty for thinking she's so much better at this than Will. ]

Mmm... I try.

[To be a good subject, that means being malleable, right? And maybe that little quip doesn't make quite as much sense as he thinks it does but it is difficult to think with her hands moving over his shoulders like that. There is so much tension there, so much that he carries on his shoulders that he doesn't need to but cannot let go of. Perhaps between them they can finally convince him to set down some of those burdens.

But that is for later because it is not long before her attentions have him sprawled out, half on top of her, making soft little noises in his sleep, something between a contented hum and a snore every third breath.]

[She doesn't respond, silently working her hands on his body in slow, tender circles and strokes, until she finally feels it- the tension leaves his body, and he goes slack in her arms, breath evening out. Yep, out like a light, and with his dead weight pressing back on her she has no choice but to ease herself backwards, lying flat on the mattress with him pillowed on her chest, making those cute little sleepy noises that she swears only humans make. She lies there quietly for a long moment, considering her situation and all that just happened. It seems she's committed herself to something, and whatever that may be...

She brushes her hand idly through his hair, then fishes her communicator from her pocket to hold it up above them both, snapping a photo with the sort of grin a satisfied cat would wear. She'll send that one to Will, as sort of a thank you for giving them both permission.

If this is what said commitment gets her, well. She's okay with it.]

Let's Get Cooking [OPEN]

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