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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:55 pm
It had taken a little while to get everything settled and arranged (the schedule of a "Warrior of Light" could be quite a tricky thing to manage), but Silas was finally able to make good on Anxo's offer for a snack. He had been able to stop by some time earlier, but it had been more of a quick visit if anything else. Now everything had finally come into place, and he was able to pay Anxo a decent visit. He also made arrangements to bring Ezra along; he know that, if there was going to be food, Ezra was going to want to be there. Ezra didn't know the details about this guy other than "Silas met him patrolling one night" and "he makes good food," but those two qualities were enough to make him give the okay. Even if he just tagged along for free food, he felt sure than it'd be worth it. Standing outside the door of Anxo's apartment, Ezra asked Silas, "So, this guy does make good food, right?" Silas gave a good few knocks. "Yeah, but he's pretty cool in general. You'll see."
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 3:36 pm
It seemed like only a few minutes ago that Anxo was scrambling around back stage at DCU.. Now he was scrambling around his own tiny kitchen, trying to clean up random spots of dough and piles of sugar from the past half hour of attempting to quickly throw together some sort of edible pastry. And that he did! Baking peacefully in the oven without a care in the world were his very own world (by world he meant family) famous cinnamon rolls! Baked with a ridiculous amount of sugary, cinnamony goodness, these sweet little things had risen for a good two hours before being shoved into the oven.
Hopefully his timing was right for when his two guests arrive. It wasn't completely announced, but ingredients in his house were scarce today (grocery day was on Tuesday!) but he did what he could! And there was ALWAYS ingredients for baking in the house. Nothing fancy. And he did borrow a block of cream cheese from his neighbor for the frosting, but no one needed to know that. The timer had just gone 'ding!' when there was a few good knocks given to his thin little door.
"Alrighty, I'm coming!" he called out as he scrambled once more to get the buns out the oven, onto the counter, and then get to the door. He took just a brief moment to straighten out his messy hair and clothes. Ignoreing the fact that he was partially covered in flour, he opened the door with a wide smile for his guests.
"Hello Hello! It's great to see you both! Welcome! I have just pulled the buns out the oven and will be frosting them soon if you'd like to help! Or if you'd rather just sit back and relax or something, that works too!"
He extended a mostly cleaned hand to Ezra, his smile still warm and excited to see a new guest. "Nice too meet you! I'm Anxo! I heard you were pretty cool!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 7:43 pm
"Hey, Anxo," Silas said with a wave. "What have you got on you...?" "I don't think spilled cocaine looks like that," Ezra said with a lopsided grin. He was already studying Silas's friend, and he had already decided that this person was a cutie patootie. Nice hair, tan skin, lovely eyes, enthusiastic... He took Anxo's hand and gave it a shake. "Nice to meet you too! I'm Ezra. Is that cinnamon I smell?" "You were baking?" Silas asked. He wasn't really surprised; Anxo did offer snacks. "Anyway, I'd be happy to help you frost the buns. Shall we get to it?" He took something like a half-step towards the doorframe, a little gesture for Anxo to let them in. Ezra, meanwhile, was mentally chuckling over "frosting the buns." I'd be happy to frost your buns. And butter your biscuits. And cut your cake. "Oh yeah, I am so up for that. Just so long as we can eat them when it's all done! And if I can take a nibble every so often."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 5:22 am
"Of course it's cocaine! Can't you tell by the smell of flour? Clearly super high grade, right? And yes, that IS a hint of cinnamon. Super special batch of cocaine I made just for you two!" Anxo chuckled as he stepped to the side to allow the others to pass into his home.
"A little bit of baking, you know. I can't bake all that well, that's what the bakery down the street is for, but I CAN read, so I can read a recipe so well that it'll knock your socks off!" The receipe he used was for a version of Cinnabon rolls from heaven knows how long ago, but from what he remembered, it was delicious regardless! And super unhealthy which made them absolutely perfect!
After letting the two enter his house, Anxo closed the door behind them then turned on his heel. He was blessed with one of those kitchens that had no wall but a large counter so that people could sit on the other side, but they still shared the same space. He had earlier placed a few bags of creamcheese frosting into some bags and added fancy tips to them! Normally he wouldn't have any reason to have such fancy gear up in his house but JoAnn's had a sale so.. Might as well, yes?
"Ya'll should try the frosting. It's AMAZING if I do say so myself. But if you don't like creamcheese then I'll figure something else out."
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 7:17 pm
Silas wanted to tell Anxo not to enable Ezra, but it seemed like any little thing could enable him, so he didn't bother. "Well, if you the follow instructions, then I'm sure it'll come out just as good as anything that bakery can make," he said as he entered. Ezra's head was somewhere else. "There's a bakery down the street?" He made a mental note to try and visit there someday when he was doing one of his explorations. "Of course, your things come first. I want to try your stuff before I go run off to some bakery. Stuff you make yourself just has that extra oomph, you know?" He had barely paused as he was talking and was already making a beeline for the kitchen. "I'll be sure to give it a shot," Silas said as he followed Ezra to the kitchen, ignoring the latter's cry of "cream cheese belongs on bagels!" "If you put the effort into making something, that makes it that much better when you finally get to enjoy it." Ezra was quick to correct himself over there. "I mean, PLAIN cream cheese belongs on bagels. Cream cheese frosting belongs, like, everywhere."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 7:19 pm
" I'm sure I read it right. Tsp means two square pounds of baking powder, right? Of course, the amount of love, blood, sweat and tears that went into it could make up for any bitterness. My love for you two is just ooooozing form every pore." Anxo turned to face them both and gave them very obnoxious winks and blown kisses before moving back into the kitchen There was mess everywhere; flour on the floor, in his hair, on the fridge.. So he grabbed a paper towel and wiped a few things down. After all the buns needed to cool for a bit.
"Yeah! It's a nice place! and they have the best glazed croissants. The owner is cute too. A real sweetie." Anxo went ahead and removed his apron and used it to wipe the flour off the counter. Might as well, right? It was just going to get washed anyway. After a clear space was made, he put the buns on the cooling rack, and pushed them over along with an icing bag towards the two.
"By the way, Sweets aren't free, you know. Go on, get to work icing, you guys."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 7:59 pm
Silas probably picked the wrong to take Anxo literally. "N-no, tsp is teaspoon," he said, hoping that Anxo was kidding. So, so much. The mock-flirty gestures might have not gotten a reaction out of Silas, but Ezra was right there to make up for it. He did an equally obnoxious wink and wave. "The owner's cute, huh? Guy or girl?" This question was very important not just to determine the identity of the owner, but to see what Anxo was into too. That made it very important. When he was handed the icing bag, he said a quick "Oh hey, thanks" and held it up to his mouth and pretended to eat it straight from the bag. "Ezra, no," Silas said, gently lowering his hands. "That's for the cinnamon rolls. You can go nuts on it after you frost the buns." "I'll frost the buns, all right," Ezra mumbled, giving Silas a nudge. Silas just sighed as he started frosting. "Don't mind him. He likes to live in the gutter from time to time."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:19 pm
"I kid, I kid! I was, in fact, using my eyes to read, and the recipe was in English too. Or was it Spanish? Eh." English, Spanish, he could read both just fine. Silas was too funny though. It was a little reference to a cartoon he saw growing up. Something about a pizza pocket and two square pounds of baking soda or something. And Ezra was far too much fun to joke with too, though getting winked back at always made him laugh. Especially one so deliberately done!
"The Owner was a dude, he had a really pretty girl working around there too. It was just a perfect place, delicious food, pretty people, hot coffee. One hundred Percent would recommend." In the most excited way he could muster, he threw a 'thumbs up', and then started loading the dishwasher. The faster it was cleaned, the faster he could actually enjoy people around his house.
"I made plenty. I love cream cheese frosting like it was my first born... I don't recommend eating children." A slight eyebrow was raised at Ezra, not at 'oh, uh.. no thank you' kinda expression, 'but why did it take you so long to mention buns?' one.
"As long as the gutter is cozy, I'm not gonna judge. Did you guys want something to drink? Maybe something not so sweet so that you won't die of diabetic shock or something.."
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 10:09 pm
"No, clearly you have to use your ears to read," Ezra said, earning him a shove from Silas. He mulled over Anxo's appraisal of the bakery workers... a guy and a girl... bi, maybe? That would be fine. It wasn't like he was very good at keeping people to himself anyway, or keeping to one person. ...Wasn't it a tad too early to be considering these things? "Sounds like it's got something for everyone then," Silas said, dutifully frosting the one cinnamon bun in front of him. Perhaps too dutifully. He was being kind of ridiculously precise with his frosting, making sure to cover the top in perfect lines. It was slowing him down, really, and it took him a while to get to the second one. "I'll just take some water." Ezra, meanwhile, was contemplating drawing a d**k on his cinnamon bun to piss Silas off. He held back, though, because it had the potential to end up awkward instead of funny. He worked much faster than Silas, making oozy tracks with his icing bag. "Hmm... got orange juice? I kinda want something flavored. And yes, the gutter is very cozy. Wanna join me?" Another shove from Silas. So much for it not being awkward.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:53 pm
"Dammit, really? Whelp, I've been living my life wrong this entire time. Thanks for clearing that up for me." With a nod Anxo turned his back to the two and gathered up the requested beverages. Luckily.. He DID have orange juice. Also Luckly, neither of them knew he constantly drank from the carton. Hey, he lived alone, so why bother? And He didn't backwash! But so far from what he could tell Ezra wouldn't have minded.
"As for the gutter.. Well, I just showered so I'm good for now. Ask me later, mmmkay?" He turned back to them, juggling three glasses (one with orange juice, one with milk, and one with water) and placed them down, peeking at the buns they were frosting up.
"Hehe... Would you say that these buns were an accurate representation of your personalities? All neat and precise for Silas and... What I'm surprised isn't a drawing of dicks or boobs, given the conversation thus far. Personally.. I would have tripled the amount of frosting on them."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 6:39 pm
"Haven't we all?" Ezra said, though he meant roughly nothing by it. "And believe me, I will. Ask later, I mean." Silas just rolled his eyes and continued frosting his cinnamon bun till Anxo mentioned the comparisons to their personalities. "Funny how that works out, huh? I guess you're kind of right." Notably, he did not step in to defend Ezra. He was on his own on that one. "They say you can tell a lot about someone from the drinks they order too." Ezra gave an exaggerated pout. "Oh, please! I think about more than that stuff. Really. You wouldn't believe it, but I can be very romantic. And there's other things too." Gratuitous eyebrow waggling ensued. "And hey, that's a good idea! I'm gonna start putting way more frosting on." "I think the point of a cinnamon bun is to taste the cinnamon and the bun, not just the frosting," Silas said, watching as Ezra tried to squeeze a great gob of frosting out of the tiny hole in the frosting bag.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:55 pm
"Drinks, huh? I wonder what you can tell about me, who orders a strawberry shake any time of the day. Probably that I'll eventually get Diabetes one day or something." Anxo didn't even bother considering frosting any of the buns. After all, he had two fairly capable men doing all the frosting for him. He took a seat on the couch behind them that faced his reasonably sized tv, peering over the back of it to where they were. Was this whole day going to be dirty jokes and innuendos? Not that it was that bad of a thing, just.. Actually a bit unexpected. Who knew this Ezra character was going to be so much fun? A huge turn around from dear old Silas.
With wide eyes Anxo watched as the pile of frosting on the bun rose higher and higher and shadowed the wee bit of baked good below it. How in the world was he expected to eat such a thing. Probably lick it clean then eat it. Not that he was going to say that outloud. That was just ASKING for a myriad of p***s jokes.
"Well, frosting is important too. Hurry up and grab a bun or two, heh, and then come grab a seat on the couch or on one of the chairs. We'll watch a movie or something, something we've seen before and is terrible so we can talk all through it."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 8:04 pm
"Nah, man, just thank your pancreas for working every day and you won't have to worry about it," Ezra said, as he looked down at the huge puddle of frosting he had accidentally made. "Oops." Cautiously, he picked up another cinnamon bun and used it to scrape some frosting out of the puddle. "There, that should solve the problem." "A strawberry shake any time of the day... well, maybe it means you're flexible? Most people would think shakes are only for lunch or dinner, so having one in the morning is kind of novel." With that, Silas finished his bout of frosting and took two to the couch to sit by Anxo. "You coming, Ez?" "Yeah? Yeah, just a second." Unsure of what to do with the buns he had on hand, Ezra just gave up and took all three of them before plopping down on the couch by Silas.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:51 pm
"Thank you, pancreas. If I were without you, I'd probs be dead. Amen." Anxo put his hands together and bowed his head a little as if saying a little thank you prayer for his internal organs, before grinning at the boys on his couch. His couch was pleny huge enough for them all (he was greedy at Ikea and bought the longest one they had for when he had guests/was too lazy to make it to his bedroom after school), and if they wanted to get cozy, let them.
He eyed Ezra's overly frosted buns and graciously took one for himself, licking the frosting off the top. Cream Cheese was always his favorite, and with a grin, he just took a HUGE Chomp right off the top, leaving his face a mess as he picked up the remote to put on a movie.
Tonights viewing was a terrible B-rated Movie, something about platypuses with giant fangs and anger issues. Something fun, something exciting to watch but campy as hell!
About halfway through the movie, Anxo's Sugar rush becan to wane, and then the sugar crash came and hit him like a truck. The couch was far too cozy, and the warmth from his friends just made it even more wonderful. He started drifting after the 8th platypus related death.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:59 pm
Silas got up and grabbed Anxo a napkin after that bite, lazily tossing it to him. "Looks like you need this." Ezra gave Silas a quick swat. "Ssh! The movie's starting! I should've brought popcorn." Silas was ever the dutiful movie-watcher, paying attention and occasionally asking silly questions. ("But how did they get the fangs? They don't even blame it on mad scientists this time.") Ezra, meanwhile, spent most of the time cheering on the platypuses and noting that he should have brought Atomic Fireballs ("You have to put one in your mouth every time someone dies and see how long you can last!"). They both noticed Anxo faded in and out, and by the 9th platypus death (not long after the 8th; they actually made use of the poison spurs that time instead of just going for the jugular), Silas gave Anxo a gentle nudge. "Hey, are you all right? Maybe we should go and let you rest." "Aww. Food coma? I didn't think you ate that many." Ezra shifted forward slightly in case he had to get up. "I'm certainly not in favor of bothering people who need a rest. Just say the word and we'll bother you some other time."
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