𝖡ᥣ𝗈𝗈ო'ડ ᑲɑડ౿ო౿𐓣𝗍 ♡♡ [DISCONTINUED]

𝖡ɑƙꪱᜒ𐓣𝗀

Divided stood by the counter, his hands deftly measuring ingredients. His face held a calm, focused expression as he meticulously followed the recipe. Dyso, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy, his large frame constantly moving. He had already devoured half of the unbaked pastries, his insatiable appetite earning him a playful scolding from Bloom.

Bloom, the expressive of the three, had taken on the role of chief baker. His shrill voice filled the kitchen as he jokingly yelled at Dyso, calling him a 'fatass.' Divided couldn't help but chuckle at their antics.

"Yo, dude, chill out," Dyso said with a grin, his words punctuated by a mouthful of sticky pastry dough. "It's just a little snack. Besides, I'm just doing a taste test to make sure they're not gonna suck."

Bloom rolled his eyes. "That's not how taste testing works, dumbass. You're just gonna mess up the whole batch."

Divided stepped in to mediate. "Come on, guys, let's not get too worked up. Dyso, try to control yourself a little bit. Bloom, maybe we can find something else for Dyso to do so he doesn't eat all the batter."

With a sigh, Bloom nodded in agreement. "Fine. Dyso, you can do the dishes."

Dyso groaned. "But I hate dishes!"

'Tough luck, dude,' Divided replied. "You made your bed, now you have to lie in it."

Dyso reluctantly grabbed the dish soap and began washing the dirty pots and pans. As he grumbled to himself about unfair treatment, Divided and Bloom continued baking, their laughter echoing through the kitchen.

Despite their differences, the trio shared an unbreakable bond. They had weathered countless storms together, from late-night study sessions to last-minute projects. Their friendship was solid, forged in the fires of shared experiences.

As the pastries emerged from the oven, a golden-brown masterpiece, the atmosphere in the kitchen changed. Divided and Bloom beamed with pride, while Dyso eagerly grabbed the largest one and took a huge bite.

"Damn, these are good!" he exclaimed, his mouth full of flaky pastry. "I'm so glad I didn't eat them all raw."

Bloom laughed. "See, Dyso? Even a fatass like you can appreciate a good pastry."

Divided shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "You guys are hopeless."

They sat down at the kitchen table, enjoying the fruits of their labor. Dyso devoured pastry after pastry, while Bloom and Divided sipped on tea and chatted. The kitchen was filled with warmth and laughter, the perfect end to a day filled with both chaos and camaraderie.

As the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the apartment, the trio decided it was time to part ways. Divided and Dyso headed out the door, their bellies full and their spirits high. Bloom waved goodbye from the doorway, his eyes filled with affection.

"Stay out of trouble," he called out.

"We will, ma'am," Dyso replied with a mocking salute.

Divided chuckled. "See you later, Bloom."

With that, they disappeared into the night, their laughter mingling with the distant hum of the city. And as Bloom closed the door behind them, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for her two friends. Despite their quirks and differences, they had brought joy and laughter into his life. They were his family, his chosen tribe. And he wouldn't have it any other way.