A Dash of Chili Powder

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Amaya shrugged, sliding into the kitchen and passed Awaji with ease. Pulling open the refrigerator door, she scooped up the triple chocolate cake and set it down on the counter. A bit eager to pop open the plastic and start slicing up some cake, she realize that she didn't know where any knives were. She shook her head. 

Stupid. "Where are the knives?" she questioned, opening drawers an cupboards in search of a decent knife to cut her cake with. Upon opening the drawer to the far left, she shook her head again. There they were, sitting perfectly between the wood part of the drawer and a full silverware tray. "Nevermind..."

Snatching up a knife, Amaya closed the drawer and stole back to the cake, poppin the lid and letting the scent of the cake and the cookin spicy meat mingle together. Absolutely heavenly. Lifting her hand, she pressed the blade into the spongy cake, making a thin and clean slice. 

"Awaji-kun, Rage-kun, how big do you wan your pieces? I'll put them back in the fridge until after dinner."

Gracie

"Or we could have cake now," Awaji offered in attempt to make the comment simple musing, but his squinted eyes were solidly on the cake and weren't leaving it for anything.

Scythe shook his head from the living room. "Don't give him anything bigger than half a slice. And...I don't know. How much you want, Rage-kun?"

Unbeknownst to the others, an inner war had just erupted inside of Rage's head. It'd started because of that simple honorific - 'kun'. Just now when Scythe had used it with his name, had directed him with it, he had no physical or mental reaction to it. He didn't even bat an eyelash.

Unlike a few seconds before. When Amaya had said it. When his heart had made a few alarming skips in its rhythm of life. Rage looked at the cake as if it would hold the answer as to why. Of course, it didn't, and it just made him look idiotic staring at a slab of chocolate confection.

Scythe smiled amicably, sweeping for a rescue. "He's looking kinda worn out. Maybe half of a half-slice." Awaji had also noticed Rage's paralysis, but when he tried to wriggle away, Rage's grasp was still iron.

Rage blinked, then looked at Amaya. Those wide, questioning, amethystine eyes. The lightest of pinks colored his face and he nodded softly while dropping his peachy eyes to the linoleum.