cake「 mark 」

9

jackson was just finished putting the last of the empty cake boxes in the trash with there was a knock at the door. mark looked up from his phone with wide eyes at the same time jackson had, the two making bewildered eye contact before rushing to the door. jackson struggled to look through the peephole as mark cursed at him, trying with all his might to push his best friend's sturdy frame out of the way so he could open the door. when he finally managed to do so, it was too late; whoever it was had vanished.

marks sighed in frustration. "great."

"cake," jackson said in a zombie-like voice, all focus honed in on the box laying at their feet. mark closed the front door with a roll of his eyes, following jackson to the kitchen.

when they opened the box, there was a circular cake with gray and white icing, the silhouette of a man's profile wearing a fedora, a very typical sherlock holmes vibe to it all.

"i'm sorry for making your dinner party awkward by only talking about dramatic murder."

mark looked at jackson with a look of horror etched onto his features.

jackson shrugged, making an unsure face. "maybe he just likes criminal minds?"