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thecapitol2015-04-07 01:30 am
plushaeusrumpified) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-07 01:30 am
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Who| Bro Strider and anyone in the kitchens
What| Bro makes delicious desserts
Where| The kitchens
When| Mid-evening, a couple of days after the crowning
Warnings/Notes|
Sometimes a man just needs to bake. Sure he could just buy cupcakes from somewhere, but that just doesn't compare to the deliciousness of making your own damn cupcakes. He isn't actually a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but after farting around long enough and mixing up an unholy combination of eggs and flour, he's pretty sure he's gotten down the basics of cupcakes. He has the batter and he has the cupcake tin, what more does he need?
As it turns out, and as he realizes after he's taken his cupcakes out of the oven (which are, surprisingly, not terrible looking, if a little dry and lumpy), you do need something more than just that. You need goddamn frosting.
"Shit." It's a frustrated sigh after scouring the kitchen to see if he can find any frosting at all- he can't.
It's only then that his eyes come to rest on the bag of doritos (or the Capitol equivalent at least) he'd bought along with the baking supplies earlier. He stares at it, contemplating it with the same intensity as someone who's deeply contemplating their life choices. Then he shrugs, because this is actually way better than frosting could be.
Bro tears open the bag of doritos, promptly dumping them on the kitchen counter, before he starts to aggressively bash them with his fist to break them up into little crumbs. He could just squeeze them all, but if people can tenderize their meat then he can tenderize his goddamn doritos, right?
The noises are quite loud, and anyone happening upon him will see him standing at the counter with his frosting free cupcakes and him pounding his doritos as if his life depends on it.
What| Bro makes delicious desserts
Where| The kitchens
When| Mid-evening, a couple of days after the crowning
Warnings/Notes|
Sometimes a man just needs to bake. Sure he could just buy cupcakes from somewhere, but that just doesn't compare to the deliciousness of making your own damn cupcakes. He isn't actually a chef by any stretch of the imagination, but after farting around long enough and mixing up an unholy combination of eggs and flour, he's pretty sure he's gotten down the basics of cupcakes. He has the batter and he has the cupcake tin, what more does he need?
As it turns out, and as he realizes after he's taken his cupcakes out of the oven (which are, surprisingly, not terrible looking, if a little dry and lumpy), you do need something more than just that. You need goddamn frosting.
"Shit." It's a frustrated sigh after scouring the kitchen to see if he can find any frosting at all- he can't.
It's only then that his eyes come to rest on the bag of doritos (or the Capitol equivalent at least) he'd bought along with the baking supplies earlier. He stares at it, contemplating it with the same intensity as someone who's deeply contemplating their life choices. Then he shrugs, because this is actually way better than frosting could be.
Bro tears open the bag of doritos, promptly dumping them on the kitchen counter, before he starts to aggressively bash them with his fist to break them up into little crumbs. He could just squeeze them all, but if people can tenderize their meat then he can tenderize his goddamn doritos, right?
The noises are quite loud, and anyone happening upon him will see him standing at the counter with his frosting free cupcakes and him pounding his doritos as if his life depends on it.
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He contemplates for a moment, then visibly turns his head to look at his hand, then back to her, as if deliberating something. Then, he reaches out and runs the palm of his hand across her cheek. "Now you are too."
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Only on the way she decides that instead of attacking him, she wants to kiss him instead, and tangles her arms around his shoulders instead of a tickle attack like she'd originally intended.
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He stops as Anna finishes wiping at her cheek and starts to come at him. There are few things scarier than a woman looking for revenge, so he starts to back up. Only, it's not what he's expecting at all. Instead of whatever it is that she might've been doing, she's wrapping her shoulders around him and kissing him right on the mouth.
His arms wrap around her instinctively, moving down to hitch her legs up and around him so he can pick her up. He grunts against her lips, surprised in the most pleasant way. This is much better than revenge, this is definitely something he can get behind.
Bro turns, stepping towards the counter so that he can set her on it, melting against her as his hands slide up and down her back lazily.
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She sighs against his lips, letting her legs tighten around his waist, exacting her revenge by kissing him until he can't breathe. That's punishment enough, right?
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One is air.
The other is because he doesn't want to get too into it and not want to stop.
So, he pulls away, breathless as can be, his cheeks flushed red and he steps away, leaving her to sit on the counter top. "Well that happened." His voice is a little amused.
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She blinks, laughing, breathless, fingers pressed to her lips, and looks a little sheepish. "Yeah, it did," she replies, making herself summon something like a scolding tone. "Don't you ever do that again."