On the Scent of Cinnamon [Kou]

[Caspian Laufeyson]

Caspian was tired. He had been kept up last night by some loud music from the apartment nearby him, and although he and Emm tried to get settled again, neither had quite managed it; he hadn't been able to go and try to get the music to stop either, his complaints ignored since he wouldn't do anything to make it a problem. The Chikorita lay flopped out across the floor, legs sprawled out on either side of his body, leaf drooping beside him; the Leafeon Pokemorph was hardly in better shape, body leaning over the counter as his eyes tried repeatedly to flutter shut before he would make them snap open. No. He was making cinnamon twists right now, and if he fell asleep, he risked setting the place on fire. He hid a yawn behind one of his hands, his light green hair fluffed out around him as he combed his fingers through it sleepily. He wasn't expecting company, hence why he was still in his flannel pajamas and his white long-sleeve sleepwear. Smiling softly down at the little Chikorita that was snoozing away on the floor, he padded over to scoop the other up, yawning himself as he placed the Grass-type under the covers of his bed. "Get some rest, Emm," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the Pokemon's forehead, the same manner a parent would a younger child. "I'll take care of things." He then tucked the blankets around his Pokemon and left, closing the door quietly behind him so that he could finish making the treats. He wasn't quite sure what he would do with them, probably give them to someone else since he wasn't overly fond of cinnamon, at least, not enough to eat two dozen cinnamon twists on his own. Fortunately, he knew someone who shouldn't mind having some of them. Stumbling through his house, he managed to find his old Pokegear - he didn't have the money to get some of the newer phones that were out there, so the Pokegear was what he used, okay? - after a few moments, and then he picked it up, scrolling through the contacts until he found Kouhei Makoto's number, quickly typing out a text message: Hey Kouhei, I'm making some cinnamon twists, just thought you'd like to come pick some up while they're still fresh. You're more than welcome to bring Cecil over as well if you'd like, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. Biting his lip and feeling entirely foolish for sending such an awkward message but knowing that the other had a liking for cinnamon from the few times he'd spent in his company, he set the Pokegear back up on the table he'd picked it up from and then glanced at his timer. He still had some time, so he unlocked the door when he passed by it and went back into his bedroom, snagging a pair of black jeans and a white shirt to change into before he left to go to the bathroom and do so. His hair was a bit of a rat's nest, so he grimaced and just grabbed his black hat, pulling it on over the worst of it and then glancing at himself in the mirror. He was by no means perfect, but he at least looked presentable that he was pretty sure that no one would say anything about the dark circles under his eyes from the sleepless night he'd had. His head shot up as he sniffed the air, eyes widening comically. "Crap, my cinnamon twists!" he cried, scrambling out of the bathroom to yank open the door and reach for the metal of the pan only to yelp when the heat reminded him to get a pair of oven mitts and use those. The delicacies weren't too badly burned, just lightly singed on the outside, but the sight of it made him wilt slightly. He should have known better than to leave the oven unattended after he had told Kouhei that he'd have treats for him, but because he hadn't been thinking clearly, he had ruined the cinnamon twists and wasted perfectly good food. Sighing quietly as he set the tray up on the stove burners to cool, he set about regathering the ingredients to whip up some more, not wanting to disappoint Kouhei if he came. He'd feel absolutely terrible if the other made the trek just to find that there weren't any of the treats there, so now he just had to hope that Kouhei wouldn't get there before the next batch was ready. He wasn't sure he'd be able to keep himself from a few sniffles if that happened. Not really. No.

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Notes:

Yay, managed to put this in a template! Also, the cinnamon twists are barely singed, Cas just feels guilty because he's a dork.

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[Kouhei Makoto]

Dominated by all you hated Kou was not a morning person. Actually... he was far from it, the opposite, if one were to be exact - and he had become even more so since they had reached the island. Quite a few nights were spent exploring the island and wandering over the bridge to the shadowed areas, not only exploring the land, but his not-so-newfound freedom from his parents as well - which, even to now, was something he hadn't become used to yet. And with late nights came late mornings... but Kouhei wasn't one to complain, no... especially not when it found him curled comfortably under the blankets with a certain boy tucked close in his arms, nose buried in blond locks. To be honest, Kou would have been content to stay there all day, sleeping the hours away as he cuddled with Cecil. But that didn't seem to be the case, not as his phone went off with the familiar tone that a message had arrived. Shifting against the boy in his arms, careful not to wake him, he reached for the offending bit of equipment and pressed one of the side buttons to silent the tone before opening his eyes and glaring at it. Waiting a few moments to see if either his movement or the phone's blatant disregard for the sleeping had roused him, Kou found himself pleased as the blond continued to sleep in peace before turning back to his phone, unlocking it to see who the message was from - and thus debate if it was worth reading or ignoring in favor of returning to sleep. However, big, bold lettering that spelled the name 'CAS', booted the latter option, drawing from the sleepy boy a sigh as he opened it to read... before replying as best he could with one hand, the other, and the arm it was attached to, currently occupied as a pillow. 'Yeah... I'll be on my way shortly, just... let me get ready. Ceci may not be with me, I think I'm going to let him sleep a bit more, leave a note for him. I'll let you know when I'm leaving.' Dropping his phone on the bedside stand, he rubbed his face, trying to shake the sleep that threatened to draw him back in, as much as he'd love to allow it. "Sorry, Ceci..." He whispered as he slowly pulled his arm from under the boy, making sure his head was rested comfortably on the pillow underneath, leaning forward to place a kiss on his temple before leaving to dress himself and take care of his hair. Once he felt content enough with his appearence, Kou found a notebook and a pen, writing a note to leave for his lover, should he awake before he returned home, so he knew where he had gone - and, if he so desired, could leave to join them. Which, in all honesty, he hoped would happen, as he hated leaving him like this... but he just couldn't bring himself to wake him - he was sleeping so soundly, and he looked so peaceful and... admittedly, rather cute. Finishing the note, he placed it next to Cecil's phone, folded with name on it (and though he wouldn't admit it, a small heart scribbled under the last letter) and quietly snuck out the door, closing it behind him. Rushing down the hallway, his Fennekin following closely on his heels, he waved goodbye to Cecil's mother and grabbed the red backpack hanging on the coat rack, pulling his phone out to keep his word as he hit the street. 'I'm on my way.' It was simple as that... though, now that he had read over the invitation text once more, a little more awake this time, he noted that Cas had left his door unlocked... which is something Kou would have a problem with. Sure, he'd just... well, more or less, walked into Cecil's house before... and climbed in through his window, more than once, uninvited, back when they lived in Kalos... but that was more like home to him than his own. But this was a friends house (how weird it felt to think that, having Cecil as his only friend growing up... and, no offense to Cas, but the boy continued to find himself wary around him, trying to break his habit of shoving people away... at least once.) - how was he supposed to just... walk in? It didn't seem quite right to him. Padding next to him, the little yellow fox kept his head turned up, gazing Kou as he was lost in thought, occasionally glancing at the way ahead to guide Kou so he wouldn't walk into anything - knowing well the boy didn't pay mch attention when lost in thought. Though the trek wasn't too terribly long from Cecil's parent's place to Cas'... it was long enough for Kou to make up his mind that, regardless if the door was unlocked or not, he'd simply knock. It only felt right to him... and he wasn't about to be abrasive - at least not to Cas... well, at least not at the moment. While it was in his nature to play tricks and mess with other's, not only was he not in the mood today, but, it wasn't hard to figure out that Caspian was gentle hearted, and with that... quite easy, at least for kou, to hurt - and he didn't feel like making, or seeing, for that matter, the other man cry. Perhaps he was becoming a little soft himself... or maybe Cecil had been rubbing off on him since they had started dating those years ago (he couldn't help but to muse the thought a bit with a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips). Either way... he was going to be at least a little thoughtful today... and mindful of his own feelings. And so, finding himself at the door, still not caring that it was unlocked... he knocked. This will make you ultranumb

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Coded by Ryuujin

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[Caspian Laufeyson]

Caspian's head shot up when he heard the soft chime of his Pokegear going off, up to his elbows in dough, the young man glad that he had thought ahead to try to make some extra dough to let it rise; otherwise he would have had to wait another hour or so for the dough to rise enough for him to be able to bake them. He carefully extracted the dough from his fingers, using his arm to turn on the sink so that he could wash the sticky butter and cinnamon crystals from them before he turned it off and darted over in the direction of his Pokegear. Of course, halfway across the room his foot caught on the old yellow throw rug, and he let out a loud yelp as he fell on the floor in the same comical fashion that he always would. He really did need to get rid of that stupid rug by this point, he tripped on it at least five times a week, and that was on a good week. Rubbing his right knee, which was already beginning to turn an angry reddish-purple in preparation for the spectacular bruise that he knew would develop over the next few days, and taking a moment to toss the rug over the back of his couch, he got back to his feet and hobbled to scoop up the Pokegear, opening it up to view the message that, as he read it, made a smile bloom over his lips. He contemplated sending a confirmation text, and his fingers were moving to open up a reply before he paused. Judging from Kouhei's words, Cecil was likely still asleep, and the emerald-haired male rather didn't want to wake up his other friend. Instead, he slipped the device into his pocket and hobbled back to the kitchen, figuring that he'd finish making the cinnamon twists before he bothered to put ice on his knee. He washed his hands again, because who knows what kinds of germs were on that stupid rug, and then went back to putting the cinnamon on his twists, soon finishing and setting his timer for six minutes so that the dough could set. While he was once again washing off the cinnamon, his Pokegear buzzed again, and he pulled it out to see that Kouhei had texted him to say he was on his way. Feeling his cheeks pink, he quickly composed a reply: Okay, though the last batch came out a little crisper than usual. I'm working on another set, but it might be an hour. His fingers paused, mouth twisting in thought. After a quick check of his pantry to confirm that he had all of the ingredients, he then added: I was thinking about making some soft pretzels as well, those will take about thirty minutes, maybe less, so if you want, I can put some cinnamon on those for you as well? He sent the message just in time for his timer to go off, and after a quick re-wash of his hands, he set to cutting and twisting his cinnamon twists, setting them on a baking sheet and then putting a clean dishcloth over them to make sure that they would rise okay. A reset of his trusty kitchen timer then saw him over poking around in the pantry, gathering up what he needed to start making the dough for the soft pretzels, figuring that if Kouhei didn't feel like having one of those, he could always put some sea salt on them and keep them for himself or Emm, the Chikorita having a preference for his soft pretzels. After mixing the dough together, he spread out some wax paper on the table and started working it into what he would need to work with for the pretzels, his hands soon becoming covered in both flour and dough as he cut each section out, rolled it out into a nice long rope, and then twisted it into the familiar shape that he had used so often that he could do it perfectly almost every time without putting a whole lot of effort into it. He liked to bake, and Emm and Kouhei and Cecil seemed to enjoy eating what he made, so really, he didn't think it was such a bad thing that his hands were covered in flour and dough so often. Of course, it would happen to be when his hands were full rolling out yet another strip of dough that the knock came at his door, and his head shot up again, just like a dog that had caught the scent of a rabbit. "A-ah, Kou!" he called, glancing furtively down at his hands before grimacing, not really wanting to get that all over the door knob or his pants. "Could you let yourself in? I've kind of got dough up to my elbows right now, and I don't think you'd want the door knob covered in all that!" His cheeks were pink, and they only turned darker as he realized that leaving the door unlocked had really left him at a disadvantage. What if it hadn't been Kou? Though he was just used to leaving the door unlocked... back in Orre, at the reserve, even though he hadn't had a lot of friends, the other caretakers were always in and out, which meant that the Laufeysons often didn't bother to lock their doors when expecting friends. Moving to the Romantic Isles hadn't taken that habit of Caspian, and he doubted it ever would either. Why should he have to give that up? He trusted Cecil and Kouhei, even if the latter was a bit of a prankster and had made him scream on more than a few occasions - he did not scream like a girl, Kou had just surprised him in the shower after they'd watched that horror movie, okay! - so he saw nothing wrong with it when he was expecting one or the both of them. Besides, nothing bad had happened, so no harm done.

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Notes:

Recipe he's using for the cinnamon twists is this one while the recipe he's using for the pretzels is this one. And soft pretzels are delicious, okay? *glances around* Also, if someone could tell me how in the hell I managed to write such a long post, it would be appreciated orz

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