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 Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:06 pm
A few days ago he had promised a couple people he would bake snickerdoodles. A part of Wilson wondered why he had offered when he didn’t particularly enjoy baking in the first place. [It’s the cookies. You like cookies.] The catoblepas sounded incredibly displeased at the statement as the trainee headed for the cafeteria and kitchen. Maybe poisonous buffalo monsters didn’t like sweet things, but Wilson sure did. Surprising. I didn’t think you’d actually remember that. [NOW JUST WAI---]
He had gotten really skilled at tuning the creature out. He had also gotten really skilled at walking around the island backwards without numerous double takes.
Once Wilson pushed through the back door with his shoulder, he searched through his pockets for the recipe. Like hell he could remember how to make snickerdoodles off the top of his head. He found a crumpled paper in one of his back pockets. Wilson smiled sheepishly, smoothing out the paper before he looked around the kitchen for the ingredients. As soon as he had all the ingredients placed in one convenient location he whipped out his phone.unstartled witch making the cookies. you can come now to help or come in an hour. kuromeez making the cookies. you can come now to help or come in an hour.
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 9:59 pm
At the promise of cookies, Clerise was up and out of the door with little more preparation than ribbons in her hair, buns done up, if a bit on the sloppy end. She stopped right outside her door, realizing that she was still very much in just a bra and booty shorts. {[ Hussy. ]}"So was your mother," she replied back, chipper, slipping back inside to pull herself together. Before working on clothing, she sent a text to the tiny gasmask fellow: Syusaki ok ok ok on my way soon k dont eat em all ******** i want the cookie dough too plz God, she needed to do some ******** laundry. Simple shirt and a skirt in addition to black combat boots, Clerise practically RAN from her dorm to the kitchens. She flung the door open dramatically, crazed red eyes looking for the little gas masky guy she had seen on the Twatter. "YOU." She blinked. "YOUUUU are much taller than I thought you would be. Hiya."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 7:30 pm
When the text arrived from one dark haired hunter by the name of Wilson, the first thing Gale thought of was cookies.
Which turned out to be exactly what Wilson was talking about, and Gale was quite pleased by this. It had been a long time since he had done something...other than training, or fighting, or just being so stiffly serious, and with Jinhai constantly reminding him to just relax, eating cookies seemed like such a pleasant alternative.
<< When I said you needed to relax, I meant to go and find a girl and ask her - >>
Ignoring you now.
However when he arrived at the kitchens, he found, not just Wilson (who he had not seen since the whole...book issue, a memory that made his cheeks flush a pale red just remembering), but the flame haired Clerise, looking just a tad bit less out of sorts than she had the night she had found him in the kitchens.
"Oh," said Gale. "Hullo Clerise. Wilson."
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 10:48 pm
As soon as he had sent off his text, he immediately went back to making the dough. Wilson had just barely begun measuring out the flour when he heard his cellphone buzzing. He hastily poured out two cups of it before walking over to check who had texted him. Grinning, Wilson choked back a laugh at Clerise’s text. He shook his head and put down his phone so he could get back to measuring the ingredients. It was somewhat fortunate that Wilson was pouring the last ingredient—1/4 cup of sugar—when the Life trainee burst through the door. “a;sdkf;asfas!!” The slam broke the calming silence, causing him to emit an indescribable yelp and flail his arms so he dropped the cup of sugar, sending out white flakes all over the counter and floor. A coughing Wilson brushed off the sugar from his clothes and smiled at Clerise. “But I’m pretty sure I told you my height. I wasn’t lying when I said I was about 5’10”.”
The door opened again to reveal Gale. “Hey Gale!” Wilson waved the intermediate trainee over. “Sorry. Let me just clean up this mess! Everything is all measured and stuff—er, except the sugar, so you can mix them together while I clean.” He leaned over to read the recipe. “I don’t know if this serving is as big as you wanted it, but we can always make more.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:01 pm
At Wilson's spaz moment and seeing the ingredients everywhere, the redhead immediately burst into childish laughter. Not cruel and not harsh, just...gleeful. She couldn't see him smile under his stupid gas mask, of course, and it blew her mind that he kept it summoned so much. A little adorable. And ~enigmatic~ -- ooooh. "Yeah, but. Whatever. Shut up." Clerise pushed at his shoulder some, moving to grab a towel to mop up the sugar that had gotten absolutely everywhere that it possibly could. A lot like sand, really, she thought. And then a Gale popped in. To her credit, Clerise was MORE awake this time, at least. More-so than she had been the LAST time she'd seen Gale-- she distinctly recalled screams about hot pockets and making fun of the word "gnosh"-- Clerise being awake was already a drastic improvement to their last meating. But...seriously. Seriously. What kind of word was that? honestly? "I don't think you know how much food I can put away, sweetling. I eat like two starved tigers fighting over the last chicken. True story."
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 8:35 am
There was...a lot of stuff everywhere. And Wilson had flour dusted across the nose of his gas mask, though Gale wasn't quite sure that he actually knew that.
He wasn't about to mention this, however.
"What, er..."
Gale stopped, stepping towards the counter and peering curiously at all of the ingredients scattered everywhere. He heard Clerise's voice bouncing around the room like a ping pong ball, and Gale's eyes slid sideways, amused in spite of himself before he looked back at Wilson.
"Did you, ah...know..." He gestured towards Wilson's face, his sentence trailing off.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 9:42 pm
Had Wilson forgotten that he was wearing his mask? Maybe. Possibly. Yes, very much so. Sometimes, he grew so accustomed to the green tint of his surroundings he actually almost took it as normal. Wilson continued to grin at Clerise as she pushed his shoulder. He bent down with a towel of his own to help her mop up the rest of the sugar. However, Gale’s words caught his attention. “Is something wrong? Did I know what?” [Maybe your mask is what’s wrong.] Wait, what do you mean—holy s**t what. He threw away the towel and then reached up to touch his face. With horror, he finally realized he had failed to de-summon his weapon. He pulled off his mask and searched for the cannons until he found them stowed away in the corner. “I can’t believe I just…” he muttered as he pulled the goggles around his neck. “Sorry about that, guys.”
Awkward laughter before he drew the recipe closer to him so he could skim the directions. “Okay, so, once you wash your hands you can help me mix everything together or measure out more things if you want to bake another batch.” He cracked a smirk at the vagueness. “I guess making snickerdoodles is easy.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:58 am
Clerise bounced up on the ball of her heels, gasping as Wilson revealed his face. She stalked closer, grabbing him by the cheek between her thumb and forefinger of each hand. "Wow, there's a FACE under there. I was wondering if it was, like, melted off or something. I dunno." She grinned, releasing him, taking a look at the ingredients. "Oh, hey grumpybutt! Give us a smmiileee, won't you~?" Her grin said: do YOU need YOUR face pulled, too? Fortunately for them, it looked like most of the mess was pretty cleaned up. "Kayy, momma, I will." Clerise made her way to the sink, rinsing the grit of sugar off her hands. "I've never actually made cookies, you know. The ******** do we do first?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 5:52 pm
Gale stared blankly at Clerise, completely disregarding the fact that Wilson apparently did have a face beneath the gas mask he habitually wore.
"Did you just call me grumpybutt?" he asked her incredulously.
<< I think I like this girl. >>
Shut up.
Gale sighed. Then he pushed up his sleeves.
"All right, what do we do first?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 9:39 pm
Wilson may have nearly turned cross-eyed when Clerise snuck over to pinch one of his cheeks. “Yus?” Wow. Talking with a pinched cheek made him sound funny. Her remark reminded Wilson of when he first met Dakota; the little rascal had thought it was an intelligent idea to crawl over a desk to grab his mask. In the middle of a mission briefing. With Caelius. As impossible as it seemed, yes he did have a face under his mask. He managed to scrunch up his face. “Melted? Dat sounds kinda painful.” He breathed a sigh of relief when she finally released him. Wilson rubbed his cheek a couple times before searching for mixing bowls and spoons.
He shot Clerise a look. Wilson tried to make it look annoyed, but he only broke out into another smile. “That’s a good little girl. Momma is so proud of you.” Then he started to look dismayed. “You’ve never made cookies.” How was this possible? “ neutral “Then it’s a good thing we’ll be fixing that soon.”
Wilson pulled some of the ingredients toward them. “We’re going to mix the sugar, butter, vanilla, and eggs together.” He opened a carton of eggs and grinned. “So let’s get cracking.” Had he just made a pun? Yes he had.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 12:57 am
Clerise turned to look at Gale, smirking. "What? It's accurate. I don't know firsthand that your a** is grumpy, but I can guess. That means it's both literal and figurative." As Wilson was so blasé about his face being pinched, the redhead giggled, releasing him. "Doesn't it? Good thing reality didn't match up with my imagination." "My time at home consisted of a lot of yelling," she said musingly, grabbing the flour and a measuring cup. "Mostly from me." She made a clawing motion with a hand. She was so glad that being on Deus had actually been...great for her mood. Even Balthazar was in a good mood today-- as close as he got, anyway. He wanted her training, but he also didn't mind her being...appropriate.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:24 am
Gale merely rolled his eyes at the bad pun, giving a small grunt.
"Terrible, Wilson. Terrible."
But he pulled an egg towards him and held it up experimentally, turning it over in the palm of his hand. He had learned to cook for himself when he had lived at his uncle's, but it had been easy stuff, stuff that hadn't required a whole lot of effort -and usually nothing extra, like cookies or sweets.
"I am not," said Gale, with as much dignity as he could muster (which wasn't very much) as he cracked an egg into the bowl, tossing aside the broken shell. "grumpy. Serious, yes. Focused, absolutely. But not grumpy."
<< Grumpy. >>
Shut up. No one asked you.
<< Grumpyyyyyy~~~ >>
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:04 pm
Grumpybutt? Literally? A slightly horrified Wilson looked at Gale’s butt for not even a second before frowning and turning back toward the eggs. What…Clerise, what…???
“Oh.” Wilson could only imagine what her house had been like, but it sounded like a far cry from his own home, which had been quiet and pleasant. “Must have been…” He searched for the right word. “Tiring, I guess.”
He grinned at Gale. “You’re in awe of my great pun, right?” Wilson held the recipe in one hand while he cracked the other egg with the other. He tossed the shell away, mumbling the ingredients between distracted pauses as he grabbed the flour Clerise had measured out. “So we have the eggs and flour. Pour in the sugar, butter, and vanilla and then we can start mixing and add in the rest later.” Wilson paused, staring at the recipe for a longgg time. “You think four dozen for one serving is too much?”
Nonsense, Wilson. Nonsense.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:49 am
"Were you even trying with that pun, dude?" Clerise asked, incredulous. "And you, sir," she added on, brandishing a spatula at Gale as though it were a fencing sword. "Do not even start with me. You are grumpbutt mcgee, if you ask me. I'm just calling it like I see it, yo." A lazy smirk. "Yeah, home was tiring for me and dad. I threw all sorts of conniption fits when I was you guys' age-- er." She peered at them beadily. "How old are you ********, anyway? Are you going to make me feel like some sort of ancient tree?" Per Wilson's instructions, Clerise added generous portions of butter, mixing it in. At least it was soft from being room temperature. "I think any amount of cookies is 'not enough', personally, sooon...."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:19 pm
Gale studiously tried to ignore them both.
"Oh, I'm definitely in awe of something," he said, and rolled his eyes. He pulled a bowl of flour towards him and peered at it a bit curiously, poking his finger into the soft material.
"Dunno," he said with a shrug. "How old are you? I'm sixteen."
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