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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:26 pm
The hypnotherapy session done and Otto satiated with promises of sprinkles, Lex made his way promptly to the kitchen where he unbuttoned his coat, folder it, and set it atop the cooler where chocolate and cake flour wouldn't stain it. He rolled up his sleeves, humming a tune and pulled out the crappy mixer that Deus had, and began pulling out ingredients.
The batter was made rather quickly thanks to the mixer, and Lex had decided to prop against the prep table and look over his notes from Otto's session again. Anger issues... how to deal with anger issues.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:29 pm
He had been planning on going to train, really. Or maybe figure out where Lydia had gone and bug her into entertaining him. But when he passed the kitchen and his eye caught on what looked to be a large bowl of cake batter, he spun around and made new plans.
Chris leaned his elbows on the counter and leaned over the life hunter's notes until it was difficult to read them. "Heeeeeeey, buddy. Whatcha makin'?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:33 pm
Lex should have heard him coming, but he was so absorbed in introspection that he instead gave a small, choked yelp and started forward, looking around to look at the Hunter he hadn't yet met. "Cupcakes." He replied, smile spreading on his face. Okay, don't let them even acknowledge how not suave you'd just looked Lex.
"And may I ask who you are?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:39 pm
He gave a s**t eating grin as the guy jumped back, inching his hand closer to the bowl to try and swipe some batter. However, the guy recovered too fast. He snatched his hand back and instead held it out for the guy to shake.
"Delicious, dude. I'm Chris. I'm kind of new I guess." His eyes slid to the batter again. "Who you makin' 'em for? Cute cakes for a cute girl?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:49 pm
Shaking the other hunter's hand, Lex relaxed into a more easy postrue and took note of the man's eyes. "Lex, pleased." He chuckled, nodding towards the batter. "They should be. Delicious, that is."
"Nope, just a little guy named Otto. Though I'm sure you've a pretty girl you'd like to give some to?" Lex suggested, raising an eyebrow. "Tell you what - you help me make another batch, and they're all yours to eat or give away."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:20 pm
There may have been stars in Chris's eyes. His heart is yours, Lex. "I have absolutely no one I'd want to give cupcakes to, except me. I will eat all the cupcakes."
He straightened up, pushing up the sleeves of his henley and grinning. "Show me what to do, chef. If Lydia's lucky I might just save her one."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:18 pm
Lex snorted a little at being called chef, but shrugged it off and put the bowl of batter off to the side, dusting his hand off on the floor. He'd get Jack or some other kid to clean up later. "There's a man." He approved of your greed, Chris, approved very much.
Grabbing the flour and a 1/3 measuring cup, along with a butter knife, the Lifer intermediate handed the items to Chris. "Measure out 4 scoops of this." He instructed, while he measured milk. "Lydia? The mousey little brunette with the glasses?" He smiled, winking. "I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:46 am
Chris took the items and very carefully began to measure. He'd baked a couple times before, when he was way younger, but it was by no means one of his life skills. Which meant he was dead serious about getting the measurements right.
"Oh, you know her?" He said, raising his brows. She got around quick, apparently. "She's my roommate. She snores like an old tractor, but she's pretty cool." He seemed to realize what he'd just said and leaned over the counter a little, looking to make sure she wasn't lurking nearby. "Don't tell her I told you that."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:18 pm
Handing Chris the sugar next, and the half cup measuring scoop, Lex continued in his instructions. "Three scoops of this, put it in a separate bowl."
Chuckling as he cracked two eggs into a small container, Lex nodded. "Somewhat. I know her from that silly beauty pageant." He shook his head in shame. "Haha, trust me Chris - I don't play that game."
..."Wait, we don't have a roommate system here." Lex squinted at the man. "Unless you're telling me you operate that quickly."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:42 pm
Once again Chris began his meticulous measurements. He laughed quietly at the idea of Lydia in a dress acting like a stuck up beauty snob. "That must have been a sight. Bet she cleans up real cute though."
He froze in the middle of his second scoop, looking confused. No roommate system? But... "She showed up in my room and moved in, man. They must have made a mistake, or something," he shrugged, coming to that completely rational conclusion. "She's already settled, I'm not going to make her move, ya know? It's kinda nice to have the company."
It kind of reminded him of sleep overs with Chel. With a lot less beating him up.
"I might operate quickly but that's a metric s**t ton of commitment way to fast, bro." He shook his head. "I don't put out like that."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:57 pm
"She was quite adorable." Lex assured him, adding a pinch of salt to the flour as he added the sugar to it. A small spoon of baking soda went in as well, and he handed Chris a dark brown box. "Careful with that, only three spoonfuls. Don't let it get on your clothes."
Hrm. Well, maybe little Lydia was the sneaky one here? It didn't matter, he supposed. What was done was done. Heh, that used to be the life, certainly.
"Hey man, I've been there. You just need to learn how to commit without committing. Pretty easy to get the grasp of - promise them you'll love them forever, give them a fake number, slip out during the night and get to a Denny's ASAP." He shrugged, putting a tiny splash of vanilla into the milk he'd measured, and began measuring out butter to go into the mixing bowl. "And if she's really clingy? Leave the city for a few days. She'll get the message."
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 1:27 pm
Chris started measuring with care, but nearly flung it everywhere with how fast his head shot back up. "Aw, dude. That's awful. You ain't gonna get anywhere with an attitude like that. They're people with actually feelings, dude. Don't treat them like objects."
He screwed up his face as he finished measuring and wiped up the small mess he made on the counter with a dish cloth. "All that s**t gets you is an empty life and burned bridges."
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 10:34 pm
"Done." Lex chirped, combining all the dry ingredients into a bowl and gave them a quick whisk to combine them all before adding in the wet stuff and turning the standing mixer on to a low speed so that he and Chris could continue their conversation.
"Quite awful, isn't it?" He parroted with a sad smile, leaning against the nearest counter top and pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're right in everything you've said. I'm glad I moved on from that." He gave a slight smile at the thought, tone cheering. "I suppose you could say this place is a new slate - a blessing hidden in this place of damnation."
He let out a hearty chuckle, as if the thought of Deus having anything good to it were a grand joke.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 12:13 pm
Chris rose higher and higher at the waterfall of bullshit it felt like was coming out of Lex's mouth. It sounded like a lot of self deprecating back pedaling. "Yeah man, I guess," he shrugged noncommittally.
He picked at the edge of the counter while Lex mixed the batter. "It's kind of just same s**t different place for me."
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 5:03 pm
Lex nodded in understanding, reaching across the table to pat Chris on the shoulder. "I sympathize with you. This place really isn't some spring of hope or a ray of sunshine in the bleak future of humanity, or any of that bullshit. It's a dark and dank hole filled with idiots." He shook his head, slightly surprised to hear himself say that.
"So, now that I've blabbed all about myself I want to hear your side of things. What's your story?"
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