𝑀𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓉𝓈 (𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈)

Cookies, cake mix and kisses

A small clang echoed up from the kitchen, filling the deathly silence of the rest of the sleeping household. "Oh, cookie crumbs!" Despite having his headphones on, Virgil could just make out the innocent sounding curse words, leaving the lips of the only person who would say such things.

Patton.

Sitting up, Virgil stopped his music and pulled off his headphones before taking a glance over at the time. 4:27 am... He frowned, eyes shining with a glint of curiosity. What was Patton doing up this early in the morning? Thinking for a moment Virgil decided to get up from his bed and shuffle out of his room, wearing only a long baggy t-shirt and his boxers. It wasn't as if he would be out of his room long enough for anyone to notice. Right?

There were a few more clinks and clangs, causing Virgil to re-evaluate his thinking. What if it wasn't Patton? What if someone had broken in and now, they were robbing them for everything they had? What if –

"I'm sorry little egg, but I'm going to have to crack you now. You're contributing to a great cause, chick-o!"

Nope. Nope, it was Patton. There was no doubt in Virgil's mind now, it couldn't be anyone else other than the Moral trait. A tiny smirk started to grow across Anxiety's lips, the fact Patton was apologising to an egg for needing to use it.

The Anxious trait slowly made his way to his usual position on the stairs, facing toward the kitchen, smirk still placed firmly on his lips. He watched as Patton struggled between three metal mixing bowls, (he was never trusted with the ones made from glass), he shyly walked over to hover by the counter.

"Do you, uh, need a hand, Pat?" Virgil asked, accidentally causing Patton to almost drop and egg on the floor. Virgil had to hide the small smile that slowly began spreading across his lips once Patton span around to greet him. Flour covered the front of his apron, dusted face his like snow and doused his bangs, the sudden motion causing a small flurry of white dust to burst into the air.

"Oh! Hey there, kiddo!" Patton beamed happily, flour expelling his lips in tiny clouds as he spoke. "What, um, what are you doing up?" He giggled nervously, eyes trailing down Virgil's barely covered body, and turning a shade of pink behind the layer of white dust.

Virgil noticed the other staring, causing him to self-consciously tug on the bottom of his already baggy shirt, which went just past his thighs. "I c-could ask you the same question..." The Anxious side gave Patton a bashful glance before awkwardly padding over to him, bare feet lightly slapping the ground.

Patton bit at his lip and fiddled with his mixture covered fingers. "I... well, I wanted to get a head start on snacks for the party..."

"Party?"

The older trait nodded, eyes gleaming with glee. "Yeah! It's kind of like an Anniversary thing-y..." He wiped his hands on the back of his trousers, giggling softly.

Virgil's eyebrows moved further up his forehead, confused as to what Patton was talking about. He shook his head, thinking better than to try and figure out what Patton was implying, and offered him help again.

"Yeah, I was in the middle of making –" The sentence went unfinished just as the small timer on the counter started beeping. "And they're done!" Patton let out a bubble filled chuckle, slipping on pink spotted oven gloves, and pulling out a small tray of freshly baked cookies.

The smaller male smiled at the other, and carefully began helping by whisking the ingredients together in one of the other bowls. Virgil had always hated electric whisks, mainly because he could never seem to use them without the mixture splattering all over him. He grimaced, stopping to wipe the cake mix from his face before starting up the mixer again.

Zeeeeppppezzzp!

It was as if he had a drill in his grasp. Hand going numb as it jiggled around trying to keep the whisk in place, only to hit the side of the mixing bowl with a dull metallic thunk.

Virgil tensed up a little when he felt pressure push up against his back, hot air brushing softly against the hairs on his neck, and a palm gently resting against the back of his hand that held the whisk.

"It's easier if you..." Patton's fingers carefully laced around Virgil's, their bodies subconsciously pressing closer against each other's. Virgil watched Patton's hand on top of his own as it guided his around in small circular motions. "...d-do it this way..." The trait's delicate voice drifted softly into Virgil's ears, cheeks tinging a shade of pink, while his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

"Th-thanks..." Virgil gulped down the lump that had been growing in his throat with each passing moment. Patton's eyes flickered away, embarrassed once he realised how close he was to the other.

"S-sorry, kiddo... I, um..." Patton bit his lip and quickly lifted his hand from Virgil's. The whisk blending the cake mix at a violent rate as the younger male lost his control of it, sending splatters of beaten ingredients everywhere. "Ah! Oh, um, I've got it!" Patton giggled, reaching against Virgil once more, stretching to turn the machine off by the socket. Virgil squeaked out when the light force on his back returned, lurching forward and accidentally spilling the contents of the bowl onto the floor.

"Sorry!" He blushed darkly, eyes widening in shock. Virgil span around, slipping forward to face the older trait, who was blushing just as red as he was. "P-Patton..." Their bodies still just as close as they were a few seconds ago.

"Y-yeah, kiddo?" One of Patton's hand had awkwardly landed on Virgil's waist when the other whirled around, securing Virgil's balance. Patton blinked, eyes staring curiously at the other.

"You've... you've got a little..." Virgil chewed the side of his lip, glancing at Patton's and smiled. "A little cake batter on your lip..."

"Oh! I do?" Patton chuckled quietly, stopping when a soft pressure pushed against his mouth, gently leaning harder into the kiss, eyes closing. Hands moving up to run through magenta hair, brushing it away to allow the palms of his hands to cup around Virgil's cheeks. Virgil giggled as his lips continued to graze Patton's, his arms travelling up to wrap around the others neck.

Patton was the first to pull away, eyes flittering open to be greeted with the only thing he could describe as 'A hot mess'.

"H-hi..." Virgil whispered meekly, blushing darker making his uncovered freckles more visible.

"Hi." Patton chuckled softly, moving his hands from Virgil's cheeks and lifting him up and onto the counter, to which the other let out a squeal.

"So... um, you didn't tell me what this Anniversary thing-y was..."

A sheepish smile spread slowly upon Patton's pink, peachy lips. "Happy Name Reveal Day, Virgil..."

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A/N: Hi... Now I know it's not the anniversary of Virgil's name reveal, but still... thought it would be a cute idea... meep *Sinks out*

Also, @angstwithanP I still haven't forgotten about your request! I've wrote a gazillion different ways XD trying to see which one turns out the best :/ I'm trying. Sorry it's taking so long!