Vinnie n Garmadon Stuff

What is Love? (pt 2)

“Oh, this blasted thing!” he exclaimed, attempting to turn on the mixer. He patted his four flowery hands on his pink and red apron, turning to pour the ingredients into the mixer. Once he got the cupcakes in the oven, he looked at the kitchen and sighed. Flour and broken eggs were splattered incoherently around the counter and floor. He picked up a broom with two hands and wiped off the counter with his others, humming a lovesick tune as he cleaned. He mixed the frosting once he finished the floor, ignoring the way Vinny’s bright eyes kept flashing into his imagination. His humming abruptly stopped as he turned to see Vinny’s actual eyes staring at him from the doorway.

“There you are! You weren’t in the living room as usual. What’s going on in here…” Garmadon bit his lip.

“Nothing!” He hid the frosting behind his back and grinned forcibly.

“Keep working on that smile, buddy. I can tell it’s fake,” Vinny chuckled, entering the kitchen. “Nice apron. Been cooking much?” he suspected.

“N… no?” He sighed. “It was supposed to be a secret. I’m making cupcakes,” he said, holding out the frosting while looking down in shame.

“Hey, the kitchen smells delicious! I’m sure they’ll be great.” His smile made Garmadon tremble, but despite his own weak knees and drumming heart, he stood up straight and nodded. “As long as you follow kitchen safety,” he added.

“Thank you. I hope you will like them,” Garmadon blushed.

“I know I will, cupcake,” he winked. Garmadon nearly melted into the earth’s crust at the nickname, glancing at the text at the bottom of his long apron which read, ‘The Sweetest Cupcake.’ 

“Ugh. Who put that there?” he asked, struggling to take the apron off. 

“No, no, it’s cute!” Vinny teased. The timer beeped and Garmadon took the cupcakes out of the oven with his bare hands.

“Um, Garmadon you’re supposed to use oven mitts…” Vinny said, concerned.

“I think it’s an oni thing,” he shrugged. He began frosting the cupcakes, Vinny joining him quickly. He giggled as Garmadon got frosting on his nose, earning him a playful glare.

“Thanks for the cupcakes, sweetie,” he laughed as he finally ate one.

“That was horrible. You aren’t going to live that down, are you?” Garmadon pouted.

“Never.”