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Our characters are playing strip poker and they're both down to their underwear. Send me "Royal Flush" to see how my character reacts when your character gets the winning hand!

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"Splendid!" Pantheon beamed, handing over the heart-shaped cookie cutters. "I only ask for one of the cookies in return, dear Sona. Would you deem such a fee acceptable?"

Sona poked Pantheon. She held up a sign. It read: "Can I borrow your cookie cutters?"

"Cookie cutters? SURE!" Pantheon beamed, someone else having any remote interest in baking was quite pleasant to know. "What sort would you like, ma’am?"

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You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no.

The 'yes or no' game.

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Mantheon can bake in my oven any day. *swoon*

"Provided you allow me to leave my shoes under your bed first, greyface" Pantheon winks in an obvious fashion.

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Takes a marker and writes ''Ultimate Baker'' On Pantheon's right arm.

Pantheon flexed said arm, a confident grin from ear to ear. Pointing at the words with his other hand, he proclaimed, "YOU KNOW IT, GREYFACE! THE ULTIMATE BAKER! Not that...fallen angel..."

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"There is ALWAYS a need, sir!"

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"A shame I have no need for food."

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Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )

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"Dear Diary,

Today I made some cookies for Leona. She came 'round to get them, provided a hug and left. Is this customary? I'm not sure what it means. I THINK it's a good thing?"

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Leave a  ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

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Send a ✿ if you would ship your character with mine.

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"Cute ones....hmmm" Pantheon rummaged through a few of his draws before finding one that made sense. "How about...hearts, Sona? They're cute, right? I don't know, I'm too manly for cute things..."

Sona poked Pantheon. She held up a sign. It read: "Can I borrow your cookie cutters?"

"Cookie cutters? SURE!" Pantheon beamed, someone else having any remote interest in baking was quite pleasant to know. "What sort would you like, ma’am?"

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Sona poked Pantheon. She held up a sign. It read: "Can I borrow your cookie cutters?"

"Cookie cutters? SURE!" Pantheon beamed, someone else having any remote interest in baking was quite pleasant to know. "What sort would you like, ma'am?"

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Darude - Sandstorm

//I'm confused as to what this is doing in my inbox. But god damn you for getting it stuck in my head, anon.

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describe yourself anon or not and I'll tell you if I'd date you

[I’m bored and its 4am, do it]

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"Of course. It takes a certain....passion to bake the way I do, I guess." Pantheon stood proud for a moment, partly out of irony. "A sweet tooth is nothing to be ashamed of. We all have those."

"I should hope you would, dear. I am, however, glad I can provide you with some amusement. It's probably a necessity as this baking is going to take a little. Can't have you getting bored now, can we?"

After a few minutes, the mixture was finished. Pantheon shaped the cookies neatly on his tray, placing it carefully in the oven. "Right! That's the hard part done. Just a matter of a great deal of waiting now I'm afraid."

"Pantheon." She calls to him, lifting her head proudly, as if trying to make herself taller around the male. "It's been a while, has it not? I figured it was about time to grace the Rakkor with my image once more. How are you old friend?" She asks cracking a smile at him.

"Leona!" Noticing the Solari’s attempt at trying to look tough around him, the baker followed suit, tensing his already easily noticed stomach muscles. "A while, indeed" He began, struggling to maintain the tense to the point where it was evident in his speech, "Of course, your presence is always welcomed her, Leona, but I’m sure you know that. I’m well, I’m well! The shop appears t have had some success, save an interference by a certain feline. How are things back home?"

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Now panting as a result of his previous efforts, Pantheon nodded. "Yes. Birthday! It IS your birthday right?" Varus seemed quite worried. Perhaps his entrance was a little too dramatic for a birthday gift.

"You uh....are you...ok? I'm...sorry I probably startled you a little." He inched the cake closer to the other champion. "Here go on, eat up. I'm sure you'll feel better in a matter of time. Trust me, my cakes ARE that good."

//Wake up prompt yay// Pantheon bursts through Varus' door with a loud "crash". "HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELLOW CHAMPION!" Taking a moment to present himself in an obnoxious way, accentuating his many already obvious muscles. "On this day, I present to you...A CAKE!"

His door came flying off the hinges slamming against the wall and waking him up suddenly. He had hardly enough time to respond before the massive warrior/baker stood before him, flexing off his muscles. He was dead. He was so dead. All this vengeance unfulfilled and he was going to die to some shirtless warrior from a mountain, flexing him to death. He closed his eyes and took several small breaths, finally accepting his fate until the words reached him. “Birthday?”

Varus stared up at Pantheon, who was holding out a cake to him. He looks to the baked delight and froze just a second. “Ah.. This.. This is such a wonderful gift..” He’d love to say it, but Pantheon seemed so thrilled and happy about it. But his birthday was last month.

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"Oh, do I have an audience today, hmm?" Pantheon chuckled, continuing to make her cookies, but exaggerating every movement he made for a somewhat comedic effect. "I'd teach you to make these yourself, Leona, but I'm afraid that would give you one less reason to come down and see me. Can't have that now, can we?"

"Pantheon." She calls to him, lifting her head proudly, as if trying to make herself taller around the male. "It's been a while, has it not? I figured it was about time to grace the Rakkor with my image once more. How are you old friend?" She asks cracking a smile at him.

"Leona!" Noticing the Solari’s attempt at trying to look tough around him, the baker followed suit, tensing his already easily noticed stomach muscles. "A while, indeed" He began, struggling to maintain the tense to the point where it was evident in his speech, "Of course, your presence is always welcomed her, Leona, but I’m sure you know that. I’m well, I’m well! The shop appears t have had some success, save an interference by a certain feline. How are things back home?"