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i think i should be touched lowkey

more petting on their head then. pet, pet. stroking hair. "times a million billion."

"yes, i love you times a billion!" wrapping arms around them. making sure they stay close.

"i love you too, sweetheart." smiling from ear to ear. hand moves to give them some small pets stop their head.

he's used to it by now. enjoying their taste quite a lot these days — well, he does love them of course. snickering out of the corners of his lips himself.

blink blink. they do this so often. so, he'll just turn his face afterwards and just kiss them!

nodding. moving off to another spot in the kitchen, to a little basket. "then, i'll grab the bananas."

"yeah, there you go." nodding. placing the butter down on the counter, which ends up being a director for them to place the eggs there.

"well, i'll just have to teach you then, i guess." following behind them, reaching over to grab a stick of butter.

"oh. . huh. . but you can speak it??" blink blink. oh well. a shrug. "i have all that stuff here, so."

"flour, baking soda, salt, sugar, butter, 2 eggs, and overripe bananas. it says it all right here." holding the book over for them to see.

"who the hell doesn't like chocolate. . ." flipping through pages again. well, this one could be something. "banana bread?"

"you want me to pick? uhh. ." opening it up. flipping through the pages. . so old. finally, he at least finds something simple. . he can probably pull it off with them, right? "well, let's try this chocolate chip cookie one."

"yeah, alright." a small nod. finally, finding a book with baking recipes. it's a bit dusty. . a small puff of air, and the dust goes flying. cough, cough.

"alright, jeez." lost cause, yet here they are not knowing how to do it! huff. off he goes to the kitchen to dig out whatever cookbooks his grandmother left him.

"baking. . ? uh, i was never really good at it. ." ( 💧 )

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