"What are you doing in my kitchen?" The walking blanket burrito regarded him with such scrutiny that would make any judge blush as if he didn't just almost cause Cole a heart attack. His glossy eyes turned their squint towards a pot which almost became a victim to his ghostlike movements.
Catching the breath that left him, Cole poured Kai a bowl and placed it on the dining table, announcing, "I made you a chicken soup!"
If it were possible, Kai's eyebrows would shoot through the ceiling. But they sat down. Hopefully not just because standing was too tiring.
Refusing to leave the cooker alone—definitely not because he was scared what consequences will this leave—Cole fiddled with the ladle, eyes fixed on Kai, who tentatively sniffed the steam trailing from the bowl. He watched them pick up the spoon he prepared and stir the soup. Had it not been for his obsessing nerves, he would have been insulted by the way he treated his cooking like a potentially radioactive artefact.
"It smells like food," he heard them mutter before dipping the tip of their tongue into the spoonful. Then, as usual without blowing it whatsoever, began to eat the soup. The wary, disbelieving look softened, despite which Cole's grip on the ladle tightened.
"It tastes like food..." Kai's eyes stabbed into him, spoon hovering in front of his mouth. The accusing squint back in place. "What'd you do to my Cole?"
His shoulders slumped, breath set free from his choked lungs. "Don't be ridiculous." Cole dropped down into the opposite chair.
"You did this all by yourself?"
"No, I had the help of seven dwarves." Cole rolled his eyes. "What do you think?"
Kai's tired eyes twinkled with amusement. "You were too afraid to salt this, huh?" Before Cole's stomach could drop so deep it would eventually land on his head, he was gifted a crooked smile, the absence of which mirrored the grey cover laid over the sky. "I'd reconsider the kitchen restrictions."
Cole scoffed but Kai pushed the empty bowl towards him. He might have been the world's most annoying zombie the past week and yet Cole would have loved to frame the sight.
"Seconds?"
He let the smile tug on the corner of his mouth as he got up to pour more soup into the bowl. Even as he fetched the salt cellar.
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Days Go By | lavashipping
FanfictionEven after moving to a completely new place, Cole is determined to keep his routines intact. That includes getting a large black coffee to go precisely at 7:00 at his local coffee shop. He just didn't know it went with a certain brown-haired barista...
