Have Some Cake

The Cure to Sadness

Requested by DallasStarsFan

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In Dallas, the skies are pure blue as the sun glows every-so-brightly. Its warm rays stream through the glass door of Miro Heiskanen's apartment and land on Miro himself. However, even with the comfort of the sunshine, Miro stays slumped on his white sofa, eyes glazed ahead at the dormant television with sadness.

Complete sadness.

Like a machine, his hand runs through the fur of one of his Pomeranians, who cuddles up against him on his lap.

His other Pomeranian is scooped up from the wooden flooring and into Jesperi Kotkaniemi's arms. With it, Jesperi bounds up to its owner with a toothy grin.

"What are we gonna do today in yee-haw land?" He plops himself next to him. "Are we gonna ride horses? Lasso pigs? Is it gonna be..." He sticks his face into his. "...mint?"

Miro just snaps his small, blue eyes to him. Then looks back ahead at the dormant television. "No, we're not doing that."

"Then...what are we doing?"

Miro stays in the same position. He blinks.

Jesperi tilts his head with concern. "Heisky...!" He pokes his shoulder. "Where's that smile?"

Miro's shoulders drop, along with his head. "I don't know."

Jesperi pulls away with realization. "Ohhh, it's Moody Miro now!"

Miro readjusts his dog on his lap. "I guess. I don't wanna do anything today."

Jesperi's eyes light up. "This calls for...!"

His voice rings off as he springs from the sofa, letting the Pomerian go, and rushes into the small kitchen. He vanishes behind the kitchen island before reappearing with a box of cake mix in the air.

"...CAKE!" He slams the box down on the island's surface. "Nothing takes away moodiness like a nice cake." He cuddles with the box.

Miro peers at the scene, his eyes droopy. "Thanks, Jeppu, but...I don't want to."

"Wait, wait...!" Jesperi dips behind the island again and rifles through the cabinets again. This time, he reveals a container of frosting with sprinkles. "FROSTING!"

"I don't think you should eat that."

"Who says I'm eating this? This is for you!" Leaving the contents behind, Jesperi leaps back to Miro.

"Because you are moody." With two fingers, he pushes a smile up Miro's face by the corners of his lips. "And you gotta be happy! Because if you're moody, then—" He pulls his hands away and gives a large frown. "—I'm moody." He slumps onto the floor. "And everything is moody." He drops onto his stomach. "And we're all moody."

And Jesperi just lays down, displaying his own sadness. The other Pomeranian trots up to him and licks the side of his face.

"Miro." Jesperi peers up at him. "Why are you moody?"

Miro keeps his eyes ahead. "It just comes."

"Yeah. I guess."

Miro peers down at his back. Compassion forms on his face. "Okay, I guess I'll help you bake the cake." He then sits up, holding onto his pet.

Jesperi pops onto his feet, grabbing the dog in the process, and holds it up in the air. "Kippis!"

After placing the dog back on the floor, Jesperi darts to the kitchen and gathers all the utensils. Miro drags himself to be behind the kitchen island, completely contrasting Jesperi's bouncing-off-the-walls excitement.