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HANJAE

jae: craigslist is sketchy. i suppose i can actually go speak to one.  jae: don’t rain on my parade, that’s just rude. jae: nah, we go tonight, you in or not. jae: mars, are you asking me what kind of goats they are? i have no idea what kind of goats they are? jae: you can’t help me get rid of them because you’re just gonna sit there and pet them probably.

mars: boo, sounds boring mars: but am i wrong ?? mars: fuck u, i’m in mars: i was but apparently you are clueless. jeez, and here i was putting my faith in you babe mars: hey i’m an excellent partner in crime. besides, i’ll just pet them after we release them, problem solved.

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HANJAE‌:

jae: eh. jae: i can’t do that, mars. would literally just rather open their gate and let them run away. jae: …i’m sorry, are they are least what?

mars: you could put an ad on craigslist ??  mars: won’t** ,  i mean, they’d probably be able to catch them so that doesn’t seem like a viable solution but go off, jae mars: ig i’d help you free the goats. i’m free thursday mars: sorry pygmy** aka minature breed of goats

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HANJAE‌:

      + incoming snap from 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙚

jae: do you happen to know a good real estate agent? jae: i’ve developed a brand new hate for my neighbors and need to get out of this place. jae: who? the fuck?? adopts a few goats and lets them roam their backyard being noisy as fuck? is that legal?

mars: i found lottie on craigslist mars: goats ?? i mean, you could probably file a complaint with some sort of neighbourhood association mars: are they at least pigmy goats ??

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XAVIER‌:

✦ * · ˚ the  night  had  gone  from  BORING  to  horrible  within  a  few  hours  for  xavier.  part  of  his  night  had  been  spent  trying  to  comfort  a  friend,  only  for  that  to  end  with  the  red-head  being  left  alone  on  the  sidewalk,  confused  &  SAD.  though  he's  trying  desperately  to  not  let  that  effect  his  entire  night,  dragging  himself  back  into  the  confines  of  the  brew,  placing  an  order  for  a  hot  chocolate  &  a  few  snacks.  one  thing  wasn’t  going  to  ruin  his  FAVORITE  holiday  …  or  so  he  kept  telling  himself  over  &  over  again  as  his  feet  take  him  towards  an  open  table.  however,  upon  setting  his  things  down  on  the  surface  —  he  realizes  the  table  is  NOT  open  in  the  slightest.  "oh  shit  i—"  the  male  starts,  speech  ever-so-slightly  slurred  from  the  HORRIBLE  alcohol  he’d  been  sipping  on  outside,  scrambling  to  pick  up  the  hat  &  infamous  whip  of  none  other  than  indiana  jones  up  off  the  table  in  a  hurry.  "didn’t  know  you  had  already  claimed  this  table,  sorry  about  that.“  xav  continues  lightly,  cheeks  starting  to  turn  bright  pink  as  he  speaks.  "happy  halloween  though,  i  hope  you’re  having  a  good  night  ?”

there was a pleasant buzz in their veins, gaze half-lidded as it surveyed the shop’s atmosphere. the night was proving to be fairly enjoyable. they’d happily participated in dressing up, enjoying the chance to work some fx make-up magic on some faux stitches and chunky screws sticking out of their neck. they were content to settle into the seat of an empty table not much earlier and enjoy studying the costumes of those who were also partaking. their eyes had settled on the indiana jones costume with a critical eye, only for the sharpness of their gaze to shift away from thoughtful to mildly amused as the other placed his items on the table in front of them. it only grew more amused as he seemed to realize they were there post-item placement. also, was he slurring his speech?? mars’ brows raised slightly, lips curling down with that revalation. as he kept speaking, the baker straightened up form their slouched posture, black eyes, curtosey of their coloured contacts, bore into the red-head. “not the sharpest tonight are you, jones??” they commented, voice lowering as they folded their arms onto the edge of the table.  “my nights going great,” they peered at him from beneath their hair. “couldn’t really say the same for yourself, could you? you’ve been sulking ever since you came in.” they paused, knocking a knuckle on the table as they seeemd to shift away from the other’s demeanor without any preamble. “feel free to use it, all it’s holding is my cider anyways. what made you go the ol’ archaeologist route??”

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mars baumber as frankenstein’s monster at the deja brew’s third annual bite night !!                                                          [ art credit ] 

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annie‌:

annie couldn’t answer because she was still munching on the creative tart  ,  eyeing her friend with nothing but curious eyes until she finally nods her head  .  “  mhm  .  ”  she nodded at the end of mars’ gratitude speech to her  ,  eventually giving the tart yet another bite until she finally decides it was the final one  .  once it melts against her tongue  ,  she finally starts speaking  .  “  well  ,  you know i’m always open to taste whatever you create  .  ”  annie smiles brightly up to her friend  ,  placing the rest of the tart down to the counter after placing a napkin under it  .  she gave mars a look that said that she was going to continue eating it so to not touch it  .  “  if you need help on baking i can always help  ,  too  .  maybe we can create something like this together…  like this  ,  but make it a tomato  .  ”  her idea was so absurd she snorts audibly  .  “  yeah  ,  no  ,  that would fucking suck  .  but okay  ,  imagine…  cucumber with strawberry tart  .  ”

the other’s appetite was something mars was grateful for. not everyone was willing to try anything put in front of them. it was a bit ridiculous but worked for what mars wanted to accomplish. “i know,” she simply shrugged, because she did. she could have annie try whatever she had cooked up and the other would. “but make it a tomato??” mars scoffed, agreeing with the absurdity of the suggestion with a smirk. “i doubt it’d turn out alright but i’m down to attempt it.” there was no way she could imagine them figuring something out, except...maybe. at annie other suggestion, mars nodded thoughtfully. “i’ve made a strawberry mint tart, perhaps it would be worth attempting a cucumber and strawberry.” she would consider it, at least. she wasn’t going to have much time within the next few weeks to experiment with her baking, but if there were some tentative ideas floating around then she could at least work something out when the time was made.

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devin���:

          it is a wound he had left unattended,  open and weeping for the world to gaze upon.  not that he had let preying eyes view it for too long  -  his loss was his own  …  and mars.  it was something they shared,  and something that pushed them apart.  there’s an uncomfortable silence that settles between them and devin can’t seem to work around what has a home within his chest.  but his features soften,  and beneath all of that grief and reckoning,  the affections he once held for them still remain.  it always would.  the pink bow of his mouth pull into a grin as he finally brings his gaze to them,  ❝  hey mars  ..  can we get lunch after this shift?   ❞   devin continues with such grace,  the smile peaking further as he speaks.   ❝  my treat.  it can make up for how slack i’ve been.  ❞ 

like an infected wound left to rot or a mishealed bone, the ache was something they could ignore in their everyday life, but never went away for very long. it could always rise from its place, tucked away deeply in their chest cavety, and send them into a downwards spiral. at least, it used to. something had changed, a few months back. it left them reopening and rebreaking the wounds that didn’t heal right. it caused their social life to suffer as they seemed to withdraw as they worked at digging the infection out and resetting bone.  the clean open wound result came in the form of their new podcast. it threw them off kilter and left them unsteady in how they would approach the reminders of their brother. they had managed to avoid the most difficult one, for the most part, and ignore him when they couldn’t avoid. it was a different sort of treatment compared to how they’d pretended he didn’t exist before or acted as though they hadn’t been as close as they were before. 

it was different now, though. which is why, as devin approached them, their wary attention focused solely on the familiar features. the water bottle in their hand crinkled slightly as their grip tightened, but they did not show any other outwards discomfort. their guilt felt like a weight in their stomach and, despite the nausea it kicked up, they took a sip of water to buy them time to respond. this wasn’t something they were familiar with. the stilted relationship, once close - now practically strangers, had them nervous of all things. they didn’t get nervous and now that they were they weren’t sure what to say. in the face of the gentle expression, one that used to cause their stomach to knot up for a completely different reason, they faltered. “lunch,” they couldn’t help but echo his suggestion a bit stupidly. the open wound ached. “oh, uh, sure,” they agreed, gaze flickering away before almost magnetically dragging back to him. their lips twitched slightly into a frown at his latter statement. “you’re not treating though.” if anyone should be treating it should be them. they could always be a real asshole and there was no doubt they’d been a bit harsh during the few interactions they had post-funeral. “where did you want to go??”

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johnny‌:

     familiar vibrations in the air hit johnny’s eardrum, head still stubbornly glued to its position on the table. “ and when have i ever cared about looking favorable to people who don’t give a shit about me ? “ he recoiled, annoyance on full blast as he listened to her next words. which caused a low chuckle to spill from his chapped lips. beanpole. no workout routine could dispose this nickname from his resume, not while mars had anything to do with it. “ you’re just mad i’m taller than you. “ stubbornly, he sat up, sliding a banana slice in between his teeth. man. he never would’ve guessed he’d sink this low, yet here he was, hungover, at night, with a stiff wall ( mars ) in front of him. no thank you was said, but instead, he cracked a smile, all while mushing the yellow fruit between his teeth. “ so i’m guessing you came out because you miss me ? “

a quirked brow was the only response they chose to answer his question with. it was amazing, though they’d never admit it, how so little could change despite someone’s success. “and i will forever strike you with retribution over the fact,” they confirmed, not even bothering to deny it. they wished, above all else, they could be as tall as the other. yet clearly that wasn’t quite in the cards for them. well, at least they had platforms to at least catch up to him those last few inches. not that they were wearing them today. they hadn’t expected to see him at all, in fact. to her amusement, he managed to get himself up and started to help himself to the snack she had provided. hopefully the fruit would help out with the mess he made his head. withdrawing their feet to their side of the table, they crossed their legs and and arms as they were given a smile for their effort. “hardly,” they rejected immediately, ( though they both knew that wasn’t entirely true ). “i heard someone looked like they had passed out in the front and was chosen as the sacrifice to kick them out.”

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xavier‌:

“  no,  ”  he  agrees  with  the  claim  that  the  treat  isn’t  exactly  up  his  alley,  shaking  his  head  with  a  smile  playing  on  his  lips,  “  it  isn’t.  but  i  can  see  other  people  loving  it.  ”  xavier  means  it  ——  the  baker  will  just  have  to  find  someone  else  who’ll  be  able  to  judge  it  properly.  at  the  mention  of  a  combination  of  mint  &  strawberries,  the  surgeon  can’t  help  but  let  his  face  light  up,  but  his  brows  soon  furrow  to  mold  a  slight  FROWN.  “  oh,  no,  i  can’t  take  advantage  of  this  like  that.  i’ll  be  happy  to  pay  for  it.  just  give  me  a  GENEROUS  bag  of  those  mint  tarts  —  my  co-workers  will  be  upset  if  i  get  back  to  the  hospital  without  any  sweets  for  them.  ”  he  accompanies  the  last  comment  with  a  short  laugh  as  his  eyes  wander  to  the  display,  recognizing  some  goods  and  taking  mental  notes  to  taste  the  ones  he  hasn’t  seen  before  later.

“mm, i’ll have some of my co-workers try it out. luckily, i know a few people who will eat anything,” mars shrugged, not at all bothered by this outcome. studious dark eyes watched the older individual seem to light up at the mention of the strawberry and mint tarts. his immediate refusal had her amusement quirking up a notch. “for your co-workers at the hospital, huh.” she mused before holding up a hand in a universal one moment gesture. she returned to the back, rummaging through the fridge briefly for the test treat she’d made previously. pulling out the container, she took a moment to study the amount in it before deeming that it would most likely be enough. snagging a paper bag as well, she returned to the front of house and the individual who was adverse to blueberries. “how do these look,” she questioned as she placed the container down and popped open the lid to reveal some mauvey coloured tarts on the inside. “thing the amount is enough?”

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katherine‌:

            “ next year, for sure. ”    a moment later, she smiled at the idea of testing some samples.    “ i’d be happy to ; eating delicious food and hopefully helping you out sounds like a win-win to me. ”    although most people took her silence as the desire to be left alone, katherine enjoyed spending time with people, albeit ones who she was already acquainted with. despite working together, she hadn’t had the chance to get know mars very well, and the prospect of more interactions with mars was a welcome one. how enthusiastic the other seemed to be about doing things with her son only added to that, and she mentally filtered through her schedule before responding.    “ daycare lets out early … next friday, so that’s the next time he’ll be around. ”    she nudged her son gently.    “ mars is offering to let you try something special, benny. what should you say? ”    a thank you came from the boy, though it was partially muffled by the food in his mouth, and she nodded in agreement.    “ that goes for me as well, mars. you’ll have to let me do something to thank you sometime ; maybe i can treat you to lunch one day? or i can just pay for it if you’d rather spend the break alone. ”

“for sure,” mars echoed, giving a decisive nod after katherine agreed. to make sure she would remember, she plucked her phone out and added it to her calendar. just to make extra sure, she also added a reminder for the week before. there was no way she was going to miss it. katherine’s easy agreement had a relaxed smile curling at her lips as her wiry body shifting slightly in her chair. next friday. she could work with that. “well, you’re very welcome,” was her amused reply to the words from the child. he was quite endearing. her dark eyes immediately shifted to katherine as she began to speak and a slight frown began to form as the mother spoke. “it’s not really anything to thank me for,” she responded, brows furrowing. “i would love to have lunch with you one day but treating me or paying me is hardly necessary and i’ll refuse either.” she wasn’t necessarily insulted the other felt the need to do something in return, but it did make her slightly uncomfortable. her eyes flickered to the young boy for a moment before a sudden idea came to her. mars took a deep breath before offering her co-worker a wiry smile. “if doing something for me in return would make you feel bettter, i’ll take payment in the form of a masterpiece done by the aspiring artist here.”

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atlas song‌:

Atlas pouted his lips, pursing them a little as Mars simply stared right through him. However the younger male was the king of nonchalance, desperately needing the ability to keep at straight face with his work back in Seoul. Not to mention lying was practically second nature to him at this point. After moments of silence, Atlas started rocking on his feet, arms swinging beside him as he waited for Mars’ next move. “Can I go now?” He questioned them, seemingly all to casual about the situation even though he knew exactly who took the hypothetical cookie from the cookie jar. There was also the fact that Atlas was exactly where he needed to be, behind the coffee counter. Where was he going to go? Who knows. “Or, you can go now if you want.”

"you can go,” they agreed easily. too easily. “seeing as you have a job to do.” their eyes flickered past him for a moment before they refocused. they were calm, which wasn’t necessarily uncommon, but there was a lack of their usual carefree sarcasm as well. their dark gaze studied atlas’ face once more. he was a good liar. if it wasn’t for the environmental factors ( like who else was working that day ), they may have believed him. they didn’t though. “rats are pretty troublesome.” they commented, picking up their container of treats. dark eyes cast him a distasteful glance before they rolled them away. “i may not be so inclined to let them off with a mere warning if they take without asking again.” these words were thrown over their shoulder as they moved to put the container of treats away and leave the presence of the co-worker they were starting to dislike more and more.

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annie‌:

annie was  still  chewing on the tart when mars starts throwing questions at her  .  the kooky brunette  ,  still very busy on munching their latest pale green creation  ,  just listens to everything they are saying while considering her friend’s words with a blank expression on her face  .  after a pause  ,  she swallows the treat and parts her lips to speak her thoughts  .  “  i was about to say that you should consider using a graham cracker crust next time  ,  but you have a point with it clashing with the cucumber slices at the bottom  .  ”  she pauses  ,  looking down to the treat she was still holding  .  “  but the crust tastes good as hell  ,  so i wouldn’t sweat it  .  the texture of the cucumber is fine too  ,  though it would have been better if they were just a bit  thinner   because there’s too much texture in your mouth with the crust  ,  the slices  ,  and the custard  .  ”  she finishes sharing her opinion by giving the tart another bite  ,  an    omph  !   echoing from the back of her mouth and all  .  “  overall  ,  aside from the little things that i know will get fixed  ,  i really liked it  .  i can picture clients asking for the cucumber tart  .  ”

she had a habit of throwing out a bunch of questions without pause when it came to her creations- or, really, during any situation. it wasn’t as though she was trying to overwhelm the individual being asked them ( except she kind of was ). she just wanted to make sure she was able to get sincere answers and people who were put on the spot tended to do so. it was a practice she had with strangers that sometimes, out of habit, got used on friends. still, annie took it in stride, like mars knew she would, and answered in her own time. “maybe i’ll try thinner and with a graham cracker crust just to test it out.” she mumbled to herself, nose wrinkling as she stared down at her creation as though she could simply recreate it with her gaze. at the sound annie made with another bite, she glanced up at her friend with a slight smile. “that’s good to know. thanks for testing it out. if you wanna try it with the graham cracker crust i’ll bring in a sample but otherwise i think i’ll finish the trials myself. “

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ruyul moon:

Moon Ruyul has sent a snapchat!

𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒&𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 :: So….is this how snapchat is supposed to work? 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒&𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 :: Did I do this the right way? 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐒&𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 :: That pic comes out right,doesn’t it?

☄mars sent a snap

mars: you’re doing great, sweetie

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jae han‌:

      “because you might turn them into a science experiment next time.” the boy teased, mind traveling back to the creations mars could’ve been notorious for by now. he never did mind, though, trying the new things the other would push in front of him. hell, he’d be happy to switch positions with them right now - have mars be the one creating something new while he sat in their seat. he’d probably be paying more attention to them than they seemingly did to him, but it was mostly because he didn’t have anything to research for. he didn’t have a menu to write up since they were all done and taught at this point. he definitely didn’t have research to do for a podcast. all he really could do would be to sit and watch them in a way that lead him to notice small quirks about hem - like how they held the kitchen instruments and how they used them - but sly enough so that it didn’t seem like he was staring. though he really could’ve for the longest of time. “you’d probably make them better. honestly, if you were helping i’d probably tap out within an hour and take a nap.” jae mused through a gentle chuckle. “if it was for work, i’d work my ass off until they were perfect. thankfully, though, i’m not looking to be hired as a professional baker any time soon, so i don’t think i need the hours of practice just yet.” as he spoke, a little too much again, he worked the smashed raspberries into a sweet cream mixture that would fill the cookie shells, gently folding them in so that the mixture didn’t become flat and too thin. this was something he knew how to do. all he could hope for was that the shells of the cookies tasted as good as he knew the middle of them would.

      jae couldn’t help his wandering eyes, dark hues taking to the other as they switched their potion and attempted to remove the hair from their face. it caused another lighthearted smile to pull at the corners of his lips, a soft hint of laughter slipping past ever so slightly. the boy placed the bowl of the pink tinted filling to the side before his attention was on mars and, though he hesitated to do so - a second thought encouraged him to reach over to the them. his hand gently pushed the strands behind her ear, making sure they were secure enough before offering them a soft smile. “excuse me, but, uh-” he cut himself off, his own arms leaning onto the same surface as their’s, eyes looking into the other’s with a softness that was mindlessly placed there, “i don’t exactly think i look like a kid.” he told mars, smile turning into that of a soft smirk - flirt starting to hint in his words as he spoke them and he wasn’t even sure how it got there. but he’d allow it. “and i don’t think you really cared much about the meal. i think you just wanted an excuse to stare at me.” says the boy who was leaning closer to mars just to get a better look at them. his smirk started to grow, his body eventually straightening from the hunched over position it was in. 

      “i did answer well. although, you did make me question myself with some things - and i helped create the menu you were eating off of. i guess you would make a great interrogator.” he continued to tease, eyes veering away from hers as he reached for a spoon out of a kitchen drawer. “i mean, i’ve been asked questions before about the food, but i’ve never played a game twenty-one questions about it.” his chuckle lightly filled the air that seemed to be holding a certain feeling that jae just couldn’t pinpoint. why was he thinking back on these memories? why were they leaving a feeling in his stomach that he just couldn’t identify? why was he looking for another reason to be as close to mars again? it was easy for the boy to keep a calm demeanor, but on the inside, he was anything but. a soft sigh slipped past his lips, hopefully one that mars didn’t pay much attention to. if they had heard it, it might have been obvious that there was actually something on his mind. “here,” the boy started, body leaning into the same position from before as his hand reached to dip the spoon into the raspberry filling. “taste this for me.” his words were soft before holding the cream dipped spoon out for the the other, eyes softly, almost endearingly, landing on them as if this was the first time he was seeing them this close up for the first time. “tell me what you think.”

it was a fair worry. if they didn’t try and experiment, what was the point?? that is, if they were the ones putting love notes in his mailbox. fact of the matter is, they weren’t and a part of them wondered if he actually was recieving some love letters. not that it was any of their business if he was. “ it’s not a gift from me if there’s not something wacky about it, “ mars responded with a lazy smirk, pushing that annoying train of thought out of their head. it didn’t benefit anyone to get caught up on a detail like that, especially their self. as jae went on to say he’d tap out, mars playfully bared their teeth at him. “ yeah, you could try to tap out except i wouldn’t let you. “ they responded and if that wasn’t just the diddly darn truth. if they started baking something together, they would have to finish it together or else there’d be some sort of brawl happen. most likely not a legitimate one, but potentially some flour would be tossed and maybe they’d try to get jae in a headlock. or they could always just join him for a nap and they could just abandon macarons forever. their expression shifted as he spoke about work, a knowing gleam flickering in their eyes. it was something they could appreciate, and was quite easy to pick up on:  the fact that he took his job quite seriously. “ i know, babe, “ they answered, a bit of teasing - a bit serious, because they did know. “ honestly, it’s for the best if there’s only one baker in the kitchen between the two of us. “ between their desire to experiment and jae’s perfectionist streak, they could end up clashing ( though, there was an equally if not bigger chance they’d make something fucking delicious ). 

wrinkling their nose, mars nuzzled against their arm a bit. it was a move to hide the soft, lazy smile that was growing on their lips at the slightest sound of laughter come from him. the expression only grew in size and gentleness, a foreign show of emotion, as the stray strand was moved for them. the act itself, had it been anyone else doing so, would have had them snapping their teeth at the hand doing the action. yet, it wasn’t anyone else. it was this soft man that had a passion for food similar to her own welling love for the job. a guy she’d only met six months ago and yet somehow, it felt much longer ?? it was discomforting and something they didn’t allow their self to dwell on. instead, they brushed their nose against the inside of their elbow in response to the soft smile he had given her. the reaction one of shyness that was equally as uncommon as the gentleness that was in their half-hidden smile, and hard to pick out unless one had an eye for their bodylanguage. it was luck, and simply how they seemed to work, as jae drew her out of those softer emotions and into more playful ones as he responded to being called a kid. white teeth flashed as they grinned at him, lifting their head to rest the edge of their jaw and chin. “ you’re excused, kiddo. “  they mocked in response, eyes turning into crescents with their amsuement. in fact, their nose wrinkled in the telltale sign that they were holding back a laugh. they didn’t move at all as he leaned forward, mostly because they couldn’t decide if they wanted to move closer or away. “ that’s pretty bold of you to say, seeing as we met because of the meal. “ a huff of withheld laughter and mars finally moved slightly, shifting so their head was hovering as they draggined their arms back to support their self on their forearms. the distance between the two only changed slightly as their eyes were more level with his now.

“ no such thing as a perfect meal, so if you didn’t question yourself or answer well then we could never have been friends. ” mars joked, linking her fingers together and stretching out their spine as they watched him move to what he’d been working on previously. “ clearly, whoever asked you questions before didn’t know how to go about truly learning about a dish. ” the thing was- when mars liked something, they wanted to know all about it. the ins and outs, why it was made the way it was, could it be made a different way, etc. perhaps some would consider it a quirk about them, but they would call it a drive. questioning things was a way of understanding and they wanted to learn. “ i should be a food blogger rather than an interrogator, ” they mused, tilting their head side to side a little in thought. it would be an interesting hobby to uptake, however, they doubted they’d be able to take on another project. they were so lost in the idea of a food blog that they missed the sigh and only managed to refocus when jae returned, spoon in hand. blinking, they glanced at the spoon for a moment, tongue darting out to wet her lips. gaze flickering up, they quirked a brow at jae. she was silent a moment, studying him with dark eyes before giving a slight shrug. “ alright, ” they obliged, a small smile curling at their lips. best to try it now before they end up staring at him for the rest of the evening. they lifted their hands, unclasping them and instead splaying them out on the counter to lift theirself up properly. it was almost as if they were moving into a more comfortable position to take the spoon only- that wasn’t what they did. instead of moving back, they used their hands to push forward. lips wrapped around the metal, eyes glancing up in search of a reaction, before there was a jarring click as their teeth trapped the utensil between them. a lazy smirk could just be made out before they pressed their lips, let go with their teeth and pulled back with the flavour coating her tongue. once the taste was in their mouth, their eyes finally broke away from jae’s frame as their attention fully shifted to focus on his request. they remained, hovering over the counter. tongue curling in their mouth, there was a distinct swallow before their eyes flickered back to the sous chef in the kitchen. “ the raspberry balances well with the sweetness of the cream. i think you could even add more or maybe even a bit of lemon juice to lean it further away from the sweetness and more towards tart. very smooth, very light and delicious, “ they voiced, cheeks swelling slightly with their smile. “ not that i had any doubts. “

[marsbaumer]

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At the mention of a rat taking some of the baked goods Atlas’ heart beat just a little faster in his chest. He masked the feeling with a raise of his brows, and his mouth opening slightly in surprise in the shape of an ‘o’. “Oh no, who would have done something like that? The disrespect,” he tutted, shaking his head in mock disapproval while he looked down at the open container. He brought a hand up to adjust the cap on his head, pursing his lips as he pretended to think it over. Atlas knew he was the rat all along, but he just had to make it through his conversation so that hopefully Mars didn’t actually poison him. “Can’t say that I do, haven’t seen anything,” he spoke gingerly, finally looking up to make eye contact with the woman, trying to gauge her reaction. Was she buying it?

“ the disrespect, “ mars echoed, sharp gaze studing their co-workers expression closely. they didn’t trust him because, through their many interactions, they had figured out they couldn’t. also, he was annoying but they’d digress. what was important now is there was a limited amount of co-workers who were working that day and had access to their experimental treat and he was their number one suspect. even as he seemed to be surprised and not approve, there was no way he actually felt that way and so it only made her more suspicious. so much so that she didn’t even bother to answer him. instead, they crossed their arms and simply stared at him, smile falling as their expression fully flattened. there was no way she believed a word he just said.