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Baking

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"So add 500 grams of... killer GO AWAY!!  YOU AREN'T WELCOME UPON MY SACRED GROUNDS!"

Their in the kitchen stood Cross. His deep purple apron clinging comfortably to his form, 'kiss me and you die' written in fancy cursive across his chest.  He swiftly mixed a forming batter.

Next to him stood a rather annoyed killer whose face was puffed up in jealousy.  He whined for the fifth time that hour. Begging Cross for some of the cake batter, which Cross in reply answered with a sigh and a firm 'No'. Killer only groaned some more and stalked off feeling highly dejected... again. Giving the monochrome a salty smack across the back of the head before leaving.

He definitely isn't getting any cake.

Cross didn't even know why he was baking in the first place, the only thing he remembered before heading towards the kitchen was how nightmare was grumbling something unintelligible under his breath as he past the sofa and the rumble of his nonexistent stomach. Adding two and two together apparently equals cake; he really didn't understand why he didn't just pick up a packet of crackers or something.

As this was going through his mind, the batter was going into the oven. Cross swiped some imaginary sweat. Beaming down at the oven in accomplishment. Of course some other interruptions happened before killer came, with horror trying to eat the whole bag of flour and dust thinking it was funny to dump said flour all over his form (he could still feel the powder in his eye sockets and dust snickering in the main room). But other than that he couldn't wait for his concoction cooking slowly in the large silvery oven.

Reaching up into one of the cupboards Cross pulled out two bars of chocolate, which were discretely placed behind the stack of olive jars at the back, smiling in triumph. It was hard getting the cocoa product in and out of the house without anyone's notice. He was lucky this time, as when he snuck the said product into the accommodation, no one was their to see him, sniff him or use their autonomous ultra instincts to grab him (Error). Placing the chocolate stash behind the stack of olives was an accidental affair, happening only because a very slinky nightmare had snuck up on him while he was looking for a sneaky place to stuff his treasures. Leading to Cross dashing the chocolates in the first cupboard he saw. The monochrome was sweating bullets for the last few days, knowing exactly well that the negative glop of goop shaped as a person, had seen him. Thankfully he hadn't told anyone about it (probably readying to use this information as blackmail against him).

Speak of the devil. A sluggish nightmare had padded his way into the kitchen door frame. Silently observing the cracked eggs laying sadly upon the tiled floor, sugar and flour coating every surface, butter helping to stick the powders to the marble counters. A lone mixing bowl stood proudly among the mess, seeming to be the only clean utensil in the work area. Drifting his gaze to the right, a startlingly pale Cross stood leaning casually against a floor to ceiling cupboard, chomping lazily on a half finished chocolate bar. Flecks of what looked to be flour drifted every so often to the slowly forming pile of flour beneath his sock covered feet. Nightmare sighed, a small uncommon smile gracing his skull. Cross was such a child when he wanted to be.

Two light taps was heard past the laughing and cheers of the group in the main room. Nightmare glided his way into the cooking area, taking extra precautions when manoeuvring his way past the flour (goo bristling slightly at the thought of it clinging to him). Cross looked up to him, chocolate still in his mouth as he greeted the taller. The king cringed slightly not liking the lack of table manners from the smaller. Nightmare hummed. He had first come hear to grab a forgotten something from inside one of the kitchen drawers but maybe he'll stay a bit longer than intended. Besides paper work can get boring after the first 100 pages. And to be frank he really needed a break- even his eye bags had eye bags.

Having this in mind He made his way to one of the seats stationed around the kitchen island, leaning a cheekbone against his palm.

Cross had scoffed down his chocolate glancing at the hazy eye light of his leader. Seeing this, he made it his mission to tidy up the kitchen (and himself).

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Nightmare didn't know when he had dozed off, only remembering Cross by the cupboard and himself sitting down by the island. Shifting slightly he found himself laying against a familiar firm mattress, his own scent filling his senses and something else. Wasn't he in the kitchen?

A giggle was heard and his eye sockets rapidly opened. He was in his room, dark walls and all. He flinched. Turning his head to the right. There sat Cross giggling away as a few of his appendages wrapped themselves delicately around his now flour-free form. One tentacle had seemed to have found its way to the monochromes head, flicking the end of his nose ridge every so often, causing cute little laughs . Cross was flushed a slight tint of purple as he squeezed the tendril in his hand. A shiver went down the kings spine. Nightmare turned himself to look properly at the monochrome wrapped in his grasp, at the same time Cross had looked up at him. The two locked gazes.

Seeming like years before someone had moved. Cross showed a timid smile as he squirmed lightly in the blanket like hold he was in, trying to shrug off the tentacles that had gone surprisingly still. his attempts were futile, the appendages only held firm and hardened ever so slightly. Cross thought that this was odd as the tendrils seemed to have had a mind of their own just a few seconds ago, each seeming to do their own little actions. The small skeleton huffed, softly whispering to the tentacles to let him go. Hoping that somehow they would listen.

Nightmare found the situation highly amusing, though he didn't show it. It was true that the appendages on his back were extensions of himself, seeming to each have their own personalities, doing their own little activities; he's never had any difficulty controlling them. They only seemed most active when idle and unneeded.

Cross halted his whispering as Nightmare sat up upon the edge of his bed, face smooth and evened out. Devoid of any emotion.  Cross could see himself being drawn nearer to the king, face blossoming a light purple as the embodiment of negativity reached out towards him, a slight smirk  on his teeth. His blush only got worse as Nightmare wrapped his arms around the smallers waist holding him firmly against his chest.

He relished in the feel of the monochromes racing soul against his rib cage, holding him tighter. smelling the air a second time, the king took note of a faint sweet fragrance. Looking around for the source of this, his one eye had caught the attention of a lone slice of cake sitting innocently upon his nightstand. Curious as to why he hadn't noticed it before. Nightmare had leaned over to grab it, bringing cross along with him. He brought the cake to his nonexistent nose, noticing the lack of sweeteners in it.

"Is this for me?"

It was a simple question, one that cross had shyly nodded to. The goopy skeleton couldn't help but chuckle at his soldiers timidity. It was truly adorable.

He was interested in cross, and was feeling very bold.

He'll play around for a bit longer.