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Who: Gilbert Nightray (corvis) & Oz Vessalius (harepiece)
When: After the winter abomination event
Where: Gilbonzo's apartment
What: Two nerds make the BEST TOMATO CUPCAKES EVER
Rating/Warning: None!

[You know that thing Oz tends to do? The "barging into other people's houses/rooms/lives uninvited" thing? He is doing it right now IT'S PROBABLY LIKE STUPID O'CLOCK, BUT HERE HE IS, flouncing his way into Gilbert's apartment like he owns the place.

Which... basically.

BUT HE IS HERE ON A MISSION TODAY unlike the numerous other times that he comes over just to shoot the shit or pester Gilbert while he's trying to make dinner. No, today he has things to accomplish and victories to claim, and the urgency reflects in his (probably too loud for the hour) voice.]

Gil, where are you?! I need you right now! It's an emergency—!

[Sweets are always an emergency.]

Comments

yes hello i'm only 300 years late, i'm such trash...

[corvis]

[ Whatever or wherever he was ( which is apparently the bathroom because he practically flies out the door after opening it he hits the wall of the hallway before running out into the common area with a towel over his shoulder. Luckily, he's still dressed (albeit in just a black long-sleeved shirt and black trousers, but it's better than running out without anything, right...), although his hair is pretty wet. Either he just got out of the shower and Oz has perfect timing so it was long enough for him to get lounging around the apartment clothing on or he was trying to drown himself in the sink and failed.

Either way, none of that matters now because Oz just showed up and said there was an emergency. Considering how stressed he's been without Oz around and him being left behind in Zelien (guilt, so much guilt), he doesn't want to take any chances on anything.

Which basically translates to, it's the best time ever for trolling him even more than what is already capable of occuring here. ]

Oz?! What happened, what's wrong—?! [ ARE YOU HURT WHO DOES HE NEED TO KNEE IN THE BALLS :( ]

NEVER FEAR CAPTAIN SEIKO also 1/2....

[harepiece]

[NO DROWNING ALLOWED, god Gil, he can't leave anyone alone for five minutes...

But Oz is just rushing right up regardless!! Clearly the matter at hand is of UTMOST IMPORTANCE for him to be so concerned (and awake at this hour at all, honestly). He stops a little shy, pausing by the kitchen counter.]

It's terrible! The worst! I got into a bad situation and now I need you to—

[RAISING HIS HANDS like he's going to become an honorary Ace Attorney and slap the counter for dramatic effect!!]

whispers merry christmas too...

[harepiece]

[...And then he just sets them down with a light tap against the edge of its surface instead. The look of panic abruptly flees from his face, leaving him with a very placid and not at all worried expression.]

—Teach me how to cook.

[Gosh, didn't he miss these charming Oz-induced heart attacks??

Dramatics aside, he's merrily flouncing the rest of the way over now to give him a look-over. It sure seems like he interrupted someone's morning routine...! Or attempted sink drowning, apparently. He reaches up, gently patting the towel that's slung over Gilbert's shoulder.]

After you finish getting ready for the day! You should hurry up and dry your hair off or you'll catch a cold.

This was the best present tbh... Hope you had a fab day yesterday too

[corvis]

[ you might as well be pulling a leash around his neck, Oz, because that's about similar to how he seems to get more and more invested in his concern with each description of the emergency and Oz's body language.




—and then of course there is the letdown that leaves Gilbert a little more than dumbstruck. Yes, of course, this is his Oz, his could he have not missed this behavior not have seen this coming?

But, no, actually, he's a little caught up in the request, despite that rather general unsensational answer after all that hype.

He what. ]

How to cook? [ no he cooks for you why do you need this?! ]

Why?

I DID ur tags in my christmas stocking are the best

[harepiece]

[GOSH DON'T LOOK SO FORLORN no one will ever replace his favorite chef...! Whenever anyone asks who makes the best food, his answer is and will always be "Gil" okay!!

That said, his answer is a super helpful:]

Because! [Oh is he just going to leave his explanation at that... It seems for a second like he might, since he reaches up to snatch away the towel and then holds it like a catcher's mitt in the general direction of Gil's sopping wet seaweed head.]

Come here, I'll do it for you. You're too slow and I have a bet to win!

I need to fill it even more. New Years stocking gifts ..!!

[corvis]

[ look he's only slow because he's in mourning stage now because what if what if he does get replaced...?!

Even as he does as asked (because it's Oz) so the other can move things at a pace more his liking, Gil's expression changes slightly as he registers the 'bet' comment. On one hand, perhaps this isn't the end of the world, after all. On the other... remembering that one time with getting back his hat...?! ]

What bet?

STOCKING GIFTS ALL THROUGH THE SEASON

[harepiece]

[THE HAT BET WORKED OUT PERFECTLY. He's very convinced that things will go just fine here, too...!!]

The bet that I can cook something really good. Something a lot more complex than oatmeal! [Which is, in fact, the only thing that Oz has managed well to date. He sure tries...

But he'll throw the towel over Gilbert's head after that, probably hitting him in the face in the process like a moron.]

Lean over a little, okay? [HE CAN'T REACH.]

best type of gifts !!!

[corvis]

[ that was one of his most terrifying experiences, okay! What if he hadn't gotten the hat back...

But, okay okay he's leaning over for you so you can reach, but his mind is still very distracted and perplexed by this whole bet thing. Okay, so the bet is he can cook something much better than oatmeal... That's still not really narrowing it down, Oz.

Like, at all. ]

And what is this really good thing you want to make, anyway?

[harepiece]

[Then Oz would have made him a crafty replacement out of cardboard NATURALLY...

But that gets him a thoughtful hum, and Oz will start toweling his hair dry as he thinks. He's probably being a little too rough because he is not good at this BUT HE SURE IS TRYING.]

—I'll need your help with that, too! You know a whole lot of dishes, right? What's something you think I could make?

[Yeah he doesn't know near enough about cooking to manage this alone...]

[corvis]

[ that's what he was afraid of.

if oz is being a little bit rough at this whole hair drying thing, Gilbert doesn't make a sound (it's endearing that Oz is trying, okay, he's just—), instead trying to actually be helpful here since Oz has... apparently not really thought this through past he wants to cook something successfully. ]

I'm sure you can make anything you want...

[ this is why having mancrushes on your cooking-inept master is a bad thing, you end up says awful—potentially dooming—things like this without even realizing it. ]

—but, do you want to cook a meal or bake a dessert? You have to pick, first.

[harepiece]

[OZ IS ONLY OCCASIONALLY GOOD AT PLANNING THINGS and food doesn't really take precedence, apparently...

But Gilbert has indeed doomed himself, since Oz's expression lights up as soon as he gives the Ultimate Go-Ahead™. Anything he wants?? Well good lord, sign him right the hell up!

Except then he's hitting roadblock #1, brow furrowed a little.]

Hm... [Gilbert's meals are the best regardless of what they are, but there's nothing that he likes more than his sweets, so:] Bake a dessert! [OF COURSE HE'D PICK THE HARDER OF THE TWO.] What about a shortcake? Yours always turn out perfect.

[He's gonna be so disappointed when his turns out like the halfassed sad younger brother of Gilbert's desserts...]