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Soft Feitan Part 7 - Baking Cookies

Alright. You are going to make the best cookies ever. It's raining outside, the sun is just rising behind the clouds, it's the perfect time to do this. You just have to convince Feitan to make them with you. Which won't be easy, he's not going to want to leave the bed. However there's one sure fire way to get him to agree.

You're going to have to make him hot apple cider. You should have some, so making it won't take long. You keep it around just for him. He loves the stuff, bribe him with a cup and he's sure to agree.

Without it there's no way he would leave his blanket mountain, at least not on a morning like this. So you make a cup for him and maybe one for yourself while you're at it. As that's going you start getting out everything you'll need for the cookies.

Once everything is on the counter and ready to go, you make your way to the bedroom where you left him. What you see almost makes you forget he's a mass murderer.

He looks tiny under all his blankets. Like they're swallowing him whole. His forehead is wrinkled and he's laying in your spot, soaking up the warmth you left behind. His arms seem to be out, like they're searching for you. Sometimes its hard to remember he's feral. He looks so sweet like this. And to think he misses you even in sleep. Well it sure warms the heart. You are the only one who gets to see this. And oh what a sight it is.

You almost don't want to wake him. It's tempting to just get back under those blankets and pull him close. Tempting, but you're determined to make cookies today.

The best cookies and he's going to help you and enjoy it. So you approach his sleeping figure. Now, waking him up is a dangerous thing to do. If you spook him you could end up with a blade in your stomach. Not a great start to the morning, so avoiding that would be ideal. The best way to do this is simply stand a few feet away from the bed and call out his name. It doesn't take long for him to stir, eyes opening slowly and blearily. Staring straight at you, softening with recognition.

Now that he's awake it's safe to approach him. You don't get too close though because he will pull you back into bed and he won't be gentle about it.

You explain that you have hot apple cider waiting for him in the kitchen. He blinks. Then he grumbles something you can't hear very well and starts shifting around. You give him a quick peck on the cheek and tell him you'll meet him there. As he takes his time getting up, you start the cookie making process.

Now, how good are you at baking? Well, you should do fine, it's just cookies. As you're getting the ingredients measured out and starting to put them in one large bowl, Feitan comes stumbling in quietly.

He sits down looking incredibly grumpy. Your gremlin of a boyfriend is very tired. He grabs his hot apple cider and sips on it as he observes you buzzing around the kitchen. Admittedly he's curious. He knows you're baking, obviously. He just doesn't understand why you'd waste your time doing this. He also doesn't know what it is you're making, he can't tell.

So he sits there as the curiosity begins to eat at him. It doesn't take long before he's letting out an angry little exhale as he gets up and moves closer to see what you're doing, standing right in your way. He then proceeds to ask you what you're doing. Your response has him confused, as you reply that we are making cookies. First of all, there are easier ways of getting cookies. Second, we? He's pretty sure he never agreed to this.

He's never made cookies before, never had a reason to. Why make them when he could steal them? And who has time to make cookies when there are people to torture and auctions to ruin?

So he asks, why? You pause what you're doing, holding the bowl. Well, why are you making cookies? Why do you want to make them and why does he have to participate?