[ Did Wu want to learn to cook though? Did he? Really? Because he just wanted a snack thankyouverymuch.
But now Mako is against his back and it's a lot more than flipping pancakes. He tries to get himself to concentrate, staring down at the pan even as Mako's voice shivers through him. He shoves an elbow back into Mako's ribs, pouting ]
[ At some point, Mako is certain, Wu wanted to learn to cook. Or maybe Mako just decided he should know because it's a basic life skill and Wu's not a king so now he has to do that. It's learn to cook, and then learn to make a bed.
Baby steps.
Anyway now it's a lot less about the pancake and a lot more about— ]
Sweetcheeks?
[ His voice is a strange combination between incredulous and on the verge of laughter. ]
[ Wu hadn't even meant to say it, the term just slipped out. The indignation on Mako's face makes it worth it. Wu bites his lip against a smile. He leans up with his free hand to squeeze Mako's cheek ]
[ Dangerously close to laughing has become full on laughter. Mako just remembers to flip the cabbage pancake out of its pan onto the stack behind Wu's back before wrapping both arms around him. ]
[ Mako lets the kiss trail into many more of them, soft and quiet in the early-afternoon sunlight. Fritter is probably going to eat half their pancakes. He can't bring himself to care with Wu wrapped around him like this.
[ He didn't intend for this pancake-making endeavor to turn into making out with Wu against a counter but Mako isn't going to stop it if that's where things are going. He's still kind of lost in the fact that this is available to him, that Wu wants to kiss him so much. It's sunny in here, and the air is full of the smell of cooking food and home, and Wu is pressed warmly against him.
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But now Mako is against his back and it's a lot more than flipping pancakes. He tries to get himself to concentrate, staring down at the pan even as Mako's voice shivers through him. He shoves an elbow back into Mako's ribs, pouting ]
I'll spatula your face, sweetcheeks.
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Baby steps.
Anyway now it's a lot less about the pancake and a lot more about— ]
Sweetcheeks?
[ His voice is a strange combination between incredulous and on the verge of laughter. ]
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You got a problem with that, sweetcheeks?
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Not at all [ fuck think of a nickname why is this hard ] honey-wolfbear.
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Honey-wolfbear?! Sweetcheeks, you can do better than that!
[ He twists around, arms sliding around Mako's shoulders ]
Do I really look like a honey-wolfbear to you?
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[ Dangerously close to laughing has become full on laughter. Mako just remembers to flip the cabbage pancake out of its pan onto the stack behind Wu's back before wrapping both arms around him. ]
How long were you sitting on sweetcheeks?
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I don't know. I wasn't counting.
[ It was a while, the other night... ]
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No, you don't look like a wolfbear. Maybe the honey part.
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Aw, you think I'm sweet?
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[ Mako lets the kiss trail into many more of them, soft and quiet in the early-afternoon sunlight. Fritter is probably going to eat half their pancakes. He can't bring himself to care with Wu wrapped around him like this.
Except there is.
There is just one thing. ]
Do you really think I look like a sweetcheeks?
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He looks over Mako's face, then leans in to lick one of Mako's cheeks, humming thoughtfully. ]
Pretty sweet, yeah.
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[ Mako leans away, his laughter echoing off the tile. ]
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At least for now, things are alright. ]