[well, he was doing his best to not look at the sink and for a while there, he was succeeding, but now that romance has mentioned it, he's going to have more difficulty not looking.
it does make him laugh, nevertheless, and baby even raises a hand to push through the front of his hair, brushing the strands aside.] It was incredibly thoughtful, though. Seriously. [nobody's ever made him something, especially not something like food, one of his favorite things of all time.]
[his eyebrows do lift with consideration, but he doesn't attempt to move around romance or push him aside. clearly, the sink is in a state and it's not one he wants to see at the moment, so he won't fight about it.
instead, baby moves forward and outstretches a hand, letting his fingers take up a part of the frilly apron he's wearing.] Whatever you say, Ro. [because he both believes it and doesn't; sometimes mess are made, without even trying, and he fully expects that there will come another time where romance tries his hand at deep-frying something again.]
[since he's already standing there, he plucks up another part of the apron to examine, but his gaze does drift over any of romance's exposed skin, just in case there might be spots where he could be injured.
baby would probably give his left arm for fried pickles, let's be honest. pretty much anything fried, really, he'd do unspeakable things for.]
[ His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, but there's still grease splatters anyway, which really pissed him off earlier. He's not bured, exactly, but there are a few red welts on his arms from grease popping and brushing up against the pan.
Okay yeah maybe that one's a burn, it's fine. ]
It's ridiculous. [ He means the apron, the frilly little thing he'd stolen because...obviously.
But now that it's being scrutinized, he's a little embarrassed. ]
[he reaches his other hand out to one of romance's arms, gently brushing his fingertips over some of the welts, his brow furrowing with concern. they look like they hurt, but if romance doesn't react to them being touched, he won't worry too much about it.
the burn, however, he does linger on, though he is drawn back to the apron following romance's remark.]
It suits you.
[because of course it does. only romance could get something like this and make it work for him, especially the ridiculous frilliness.]
[ The smaller ones don’t hurt, not really. But the burn, that one does. Hurts a lot, actually, and he hisses when Baby touches it, pulling his arm back. ]
[baby lets romance pull his arm away, his hand hovering in mid-air momentarily before he eventually lets it fall to his side. guess he maybe shouldn't have done that.]
A little, but like I said: it suits you.
[there's a pause, then he does a neat heel-turn, speaking over his shoulder briefly.] Wait here, [before he heads out of the kitchen, his motions determined, like he's almost on some sort of mission.]
it doesn't take him too long and when he returns, it's with a small medical kit in his hands. he sets it down on the counter, opens it up and begins rifling through its contents, holding up a small tube of burn cream once he's found it.]
Here, [he offers it, his expression a little stern.] Use this.
depending on timeline not like mystery will be using it 🥴
[his head tilts with consideration, eyebrows lifting, the hand not holding the tube reaching to take romance's wrist so he can pull his hand up. he presses the item into his palm, trying to keep his face straight.]
[if romance had fought him enough on it, he would've done it himself because he's just as stubborn, but once romance does take it, he withdraws, both hands moving to rest on his hips.]
You're welcome.
[romance could always act like he doesn't know what he's doing... if he really wants baby to doctor him up that badly.]
[that makes baby's eyes widen, his eyebrows lifting again, his hands shifting as he moves forward to pick the tube up. it's going to happen right now, even if he has to do it.]
Guess so. You in the mood for anything in particular?
[he reaches for romance's injured arm, turning it so he can see the burn better, uncapping the tube then squeezing some of the cream out onto his first two fingertips. he sets the container aside afterward, gripping romance's wrist so he can't jerk away or anything as he carefully swipes the cream over the burn.]
far cry from get on your knees while I fuck your throat, bitch 🤣
[despite his usual standoffish ways, even baby can sometimes be caring, especially when it comes to physical injuries. those he knows how to handle pretty well, given he's had plenty himself.
a thoughtful little hum passes his lips as he works over romance's arm.] I could really go for some kimbap right now. Maybe some japchae, too?
[the sting will eventually die down, but the brush of baby's fingers is slow, meticulous, almost like he's trying to linger for whatever reason. he does withdraw once he's finished though, wiping any excess off on his jeans before he moves to recap the tube and put it back in the box.]
[the look doesn't go unnoticed. baby tilts his head questioningly, wondering what exactly it is that is bothering romance, but he doesn't ask. instead, he plucks his phone out from his pocket and starts scrolling through the nearby restaurants for take-out options.]
Don't be silly, Ro. It's just take-out.
lmfsodfjk he'd be like 'romance is the wife in this relationship, dammit'
[he watches him for the moment, thumb idly tapping his phone screen, though following that remark, he doesn't resist smirking faintly and shaking his head.]
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
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it does make him laugh, nevertheless, and baby even raises a hand to push through the front of his hair, brushing the strands aside.] It was incredibly thoughtful, though. Seriously. [nobody's ever made him something, especially not something like food, one of his favorite things of all time.]
gonna wife you up baby
slide in front of it and hide it with his body. ]
I won't make so much of a mess next time.
does he look like wife material
instead, baby moves forward and outstretches a hand, letting his fingers take up a part of the frilly apron he's wearing.] Whatever you say, Ro. [because he both believes it and doesn't; sometimes mess are made, without even trying, and he fully expects that there will come another time where romance tries his hand at deep-frying something again.]
As long as you promise not to start a fire.
...a little
[ He can't make that promise but...he'll try not to.
Because it is inevitable he tries to deep fry something again. Maybe pickles.
They might eat souls but actual food is nice, too. ]
okay fine maybe a little—
[since he's already standing there, he plucks up another part of the apron to examine, but his gaze does drift over any of romance's exposed skin, just in case there might be spots where he could be injured.
baby would probably give his left arm for fried pickles, let's be honest. pretty much anything fried, really, he'd do unspeakable things for.]
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Okay yeah maybe that one's a burn, it's fine. ]
It's ridiculous. [ He means the apron, the frilly little thing he'd stolen because...obviously.
But now that it's being scrutinized, he's a little embarrassed. ]
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the burn, however, he does linger on, though he is drawn back to the apron following romance's remark.]
It suits you.
[because of course it does. only romance could get something like this and make it work for him, especially the ridiculous frilliness.]
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It’s too much, isn’t it.
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A little, but like I said: it suits you.
[there's a pause, then he does a neat heel-turn, speaking over his shoulder briefly.] Wait here, [before he heads out of the kitchen, his motions determined, like he's almost on some sort of mission.]
lmfao romance like ……okay…….
[ poking burns hurts, Baby >( ]
… Alright.
[ he’ll just… wait here then ]
it's fine, he just has to go raid mystery's room—
(no, but really, that shit does hurt.)
it doesn't take him too long and when he returns, it's with a small medical kit in his hands. he sets it down on the counter, opens it up and begins rifling through its contents, holding up a small tube of burn cream once he's found it.]
Here, [he offers it, his expression a little stern.] Use this.
depending on timeline not like mystery will be using it 🥴
What is that?
ouch but also laughing at the idea that it could mean he's just in someone else's room 😏
It's burn cream. It'll help with the pain.
lmfao one is pain one is funny 🤣
[ He’ll take it, because it does sting. It’s been throbbing since it happened, actually, so maybe this will help.
Secretly though, he sort of wishes Baby had done it for him. ]
Thank you.
laughter is pain or something like that
You're welcome.
[romance could always act like he doesn't know what he's doing... if he really wants baby to doctor him up that badly.]
Something like that lmao
I suppose we’ll need takeout. This is hardly dinner.
[ souls or KFC, whichever. ]
good job, romance, you've activated caregiver mode
Guess so. You in the mood for anything in particular?
[he reaches for romance's injured arm, turning it so he can see the burn better, uncapping the tube then squeezing some of the cream out onto his first two fingertips. he sets the container aside afterward, gripping romance's wrist so he can't jerk away or anything as he carefully swipes the cream over the burn.]
far cry from get on your knees while I fuck your throat, bitch 🤣
Not exactly. Are you? [ He’s not soul starved or anything, but he’s more focused on Baby’s hand swiping over his reddened skin. ]
asdfghjkl multitalented okok 😌
a thoughtful little hum passes his lips as he works over romance's arm.] I could really go for some kimbap right now. Maybe some japchae, too?
a myriad of skills lmao
Mm, I could go for that. Both, actually.
rapper, caretaker, wife—
You wanna order or should I?
wifey vibes
You probably should. I might mess something up.
dare someone to call him a wife tbh
Don't be silly, Ro. It's just take-out.
lmfsodfjk he'd be like 'romance is the wife in this relationship, dammit'
It was...half a joke. [ But only half. ]
that's exactly what he would insist
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
don't you look at him with those pretty eyes hdu
he has no idea what you mean 😌
uh huh
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