I AM SO LONELY

[liam]

While Liam was slowly and steadily making new friends through work, he still didn't have a lot to do with his time. Either that, or he was purposefully moping around the house because he wanted Mika to feel bad for him and stop going out with Jason all the time. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to be working as well as he'd planned, considering he was mostly bored and lonely and she was mostly having a good time. So, he decided on a different plan of action. One which sprung into his head as he was walking home, and happened to pass an animal shelter. He hadn't really noticed it before, considering his head was usually in the clouds, but for some reason today it stood out like a beacon of light in the afternoon sun. Almost without meaning to, he followed his feet inside, breathing in the musty scent of too many animals and looking around curiously. One of the workers greeted him, and he nodded slightly, only half-listening as they led him around and babbled on about the benefits of adopting a pet.

No more than twenty minutes later, Liam re-emerged into the aforementioned sunshine, struggling somewhat to carry a variety of purchases: a bag of cat food, a bowl for said food, one of those 'odor-free' litter boxes, some litter, a cat carrier and, inside of that carrier, a horrified black and white cat. With every step, there would be the sound of a mad scramble from within as the cage swung, and by the time Liam reached the apartment he was sweating profusely. It took him about twice the length of time to reach home, considering he had to stop every few feet to rearrange his heavy purchases. Finally, though, he unlocked the door and stumbled into the apartment, setting everything down with a giant sigh of relief. "Mika?" he called, not really expecting her to be there. He opened the cat's cage, watching it sprint with the ferocity of a hungry jaguar for the nearest table before becoming distracted by the edge of the couch. While it sniffed around, Liam unpacked its things, feeling much better about his life already.

[mika]

Even though Mika told Liam she didn't have to work, once he left she was called in because somebody didn't show up. Well that's okay. She didn't have many plans anyway now that she had finished all her credits and was pretty much graduated. She was about to transition into a full-time job. Today Mika only had to work a couple of hours, nothing big. Though through that short amount of time the smell of coffee still stuck to her hair and her clothing like gum. As she punched out, she sighed a bit in relief. Now she had a one-day weekend. That was okay, though. She had a nice and relaxing home to go to. And this weekend was different. She didn't have any plans with Jason until Monday night. After hopping in her old VW bug (with no air conditioning or radio) Mika made her usual stop at the grocery store for the essentials in cupcake baking. She was almost out of eggs, and since her last batch of cupcakes were gone, she needed more. Following the grocery store was home. Mika did like coming home at the end of the day. Not to mention the days Liam worked. It may sound a bit rude but it was nice to come home without little Liam piles all over the apartment.

As she pulled into the parking lot, she wrestled with the paper bags and scuffled her way across the parking lot, like every other day. She fought with the steps all the way to the top, not tripping this time. And then she fought with her keys. It took a minute to get the right one, using only one hand to hold and sort the keys out made things only so much more difficult. Not to mention the fact she couldn't really see past the grocery bags. After unlocking the door, Mika opened the door and scooted in, bumping into Liam lightly. "Oh, hey!" She said, happy to see he was home. It looked like he had just got here. Mika's eyes barely poke over the bags, looking up at her friend. "How was your day today? " Her eyes smiled up at him, waiting patiently to hear about his day before taking the groceries to the kitchen.

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[liam]

As there was no response from within the apartment, Liam decided he was alone. This was good - it meant he could get everything in place before trying to explain to Mika that there was now a third member of their little family. Just as he was about to pick up his bags and decide where to put the cat's food bowl, unfortunately, he heard a sound from the other side of the door. This was followed by Mika barrelling into him, her arms full of groceries. Liam took a step back, staring at her and hoping he didn't seem too guilty. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mr. Tickles go completely rigid, green eyes open wide, one paw raised in the air as if he'd been about to lick it, but had suddenly become distracted. Which, in fact, he had. "Oh!" Liam exclaimed, aware that he was acting oddly. Casually, he put his hands in his pockets, urging Mr. Tickles to go explore his bedroom. Mr. Tickles refused to cooperate.

"Hello." Liam took another step back, this time in the direction of Mr. Tickles, who now didn't quite know where to look. He wasn't scared, really - merely apprehensive, composing himself and squatting down to sniff at a fluff, inconspicuously watching the two humans. Liam grinned, counting down the seconds to when Mika would realize something was up. "My day was good. I worked. And then I came home. And I got a cat. And here I am." The smile remained plastered to his face as he raised his eyebrows, feeling relieved to have managed such a seamless admission of guilt. "How was your day? Need help with those groceries?"

ooc. He only offers to help with the groceries when he wants something :3

[mika]

Almost instantly Mika felt as if Liam was hiding something. The way he seemed to be focused not on what he was looking at directly, but something in his peripheral vision. She squinted a bit, still smiling. How could she not smile? Liam seemed to be in a good mood, even if he had something up his sleeve. As he explained his day, Mika nodded. She completely spaced out the fact he said "And I got a cat". She didn't really think he literally got a cat, brought it home, and it was in the apartment. Though the mere mention of a cat made her nose tickle a bit, and that irritating feeling of the need to sneeze made her eyes water slightly. She nodded. "Well that's good. What kind of cat? And where did you take him?" She guessed he meant he got a cat and took it somewhere else. Not to her home. Mika knew Liam knew very well she was allergic to cats. Her eyes lit up at him at the offer of taking the groceries. "Oh my day was great." She handed him the one thing she needed the most - the eggs. "I had to go to work for a few hours. But it wasn't very busy. I basically cleaned all day. But I got to sweep the outside, which I don't usually do. I even found like a dollars worth of change. Like somebody spilled their change or something. But then I put that change into the donation thing we have for those St. Jude's hospital children. "

As she turned to go to the kitchen, she saw the cat. With a gasp, Mika jumped. Not that she feared cats, but she simply wasn't expecting to see two eyes staring back at her. She stopped walking so abruptly one of the grocery bags flipped and all of its contents spilled out. And with that she looked back and the cat was gone. Mika looked over at Liam, and for the first time the cat was mentioned, a tinge of concern showed in her eyes. "Liam, did you bring a cat into my- our apartment? " She stared up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. There was nothing wrong with cats. Mika enjoyed watching them, mind you from a reasonable distance. She couldn't go near one though. They tickled her nose and made her eyes water and her skin itch. She wouldn't imagine Liam would be careless enough to bring one into the close quarters of where she lived!

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[liam]

Liam pretended to pick at a fleck of lint on his shirt when Mika asked where the cat was, trying to figure out the best way to answer. 'Right over there' would have made the most sense, of course, but would probably result in groceries all over the carpet and a rather upset room mate. Then again, it wasn't like he could hide Mr. Tickles forever. Just as he was opening his mouth to answer her, Mika spoke again, apparently not too interested in the whole cat thing. "Good," he nodded, carefully taking the eggs and sending message after mental message to Mr. Tickles. Get the heck out of here! he exclaimed, casting a meaningful glance in the animal's direction. Mr. Tickles continued to pay him no mind, creeping forward a few steps and staring with eyes as wide as saucers up at Mika. It was all Liam could do to keep from groaning.

As Mika continued, Liam nodded, wondering if he would be able to step over and give Mr. Tickles a good shove with his foot without her noticing. "Oh, yeah, cleaning. That's cool," he agreed, trying to keep her talking. As long as she thought he was interested, it seemed, she wouldn't pay much attention to anything else. Why did Mr. Tickles have to be directly between them and the kitchen? He should have kept him inside the cage for longer. "Wow, a whole dollar. I bet the hospital will love that." Sarcasm, this time, but half-hearted. There were bigger fish to fry here than Mika's pointless charity. Just then, Mika turned, obviously intending to go to the kitchen. "Uh-" Liam began, mind racing at a mile a minute. He had to think of some way to stop her from...

It was too late. Liam jumped, watching Mr. Tickles scamper off as a bunch of stuff tumbled loudly to the floor. Well, that hadn't worked out as wonderfully as it could have... He placed the eggs on the living room table, bending down to pick up the fallen groceries in the hopes of calming Mika down a little bit. "Possibly. I mean, I didn't really know where else to put it, seeing as I don't own any other property and I don't think it would enjoy being stuck in my car." He shoved items into the now empty grocery bag, "I mean, you're always off with Jason and I haven't really had a chance to go out and make real friends yet, so I figured it would be nice to have some sort of companion. His name is Mr. Tickles, but I was thinking I - we could call him Sir for short, or something. Or Tickles. He's really quiet; he didn't meow the whole way here, or hiss, or anything. And he's got all his shots." Having successfully cleared the floor, Liam stood, holding the bag awkwardly in his hand. "He's a short hair, you know. Less shedding. Where did he go, anyway?" Liam looked around, wanting to get out of there before Mika got over her shock.

[mika]

Mika stared at Liam in surprise, though his sarcasm wasn't very appreciated at the time. A tinge of irritation caught in her eye but nothing else showed it. As he explained the reason of the cats presence, her surprised face slowly turned to sad. The same face she made when she usually started crying, when she thought about how bad of a friend she was to Liam. She looked around for the cat. "But I'm still allergic to them..." Was all she could say. After a moment, she took the bag from Liam, almost as if she were mad, and then grabbed the eggs and walked into the kitchen. Actually, it was more like she stormed into the kitchen. Mika was upset with Liam. She put everything away, shutting the fridge door with unnecessary force along with cupboards and drawers.

After a glass of water, Mika walked back out. Her face guilty of the little tantrum she just threw. "Okay. You can have a cat." She shrugged a little, crossing her arms and leaning against the entrance way of the kitchen. "But can you keep him out of my room, please?" She walked over to Liam, stopping in front of him and tilting her head, her arms to her sides now. "And... he's your cat. So... I don't want to feed him. or change his litter. Or anything. Okay?" She smiled a little at him, her eyebrows raising innocently and her big innocent eyes taking their part in convincing peace to even the two friends out. The tears from the allergies didn't help her eyes from shining either. She definitely wanted no part in taking care of something that made her feel miserable.

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[liam]

Liam eyed Mika, not sure whether she was about to slap him across the face or start crying again. He'd forgotten how easily she cried... and also how bothersome it could be. However, he didn't say anything about it, figuring it would be in Mr. Tickles' best interests to keep his own mouth shut. "There's always allergy medication.." he offered, though obviously she was aware of this fact. Mika wasn't that stupid. He blinked as she took the bag from him, stepping gingerly out of her way as she reached for the eggs and watching her head to the kitchen. He considered following her, but decided against it - he had to find Mr. Tickles first, and make sure he was okay. Walking quietly, he moved toward the bedrooms, hoping with all his might that Mr. Tickles had at least had the presence of mind to go into his room. He opened the door, breathing a sigh of relief to find a small black body squirming its way from behind the bed and coming forward, green eyes staring up at him curiously. Wondering what all the commotion was about. "It's okay, Sir T. T-cat," Liam tried a couple of nicknames, searching for one that felt right, "you'll grow on her. Just stay out of her room." Mr. Tickles moved closer and Liam leaned down, letting him sniff his fingers. Mr. Tickles rubbed his face on them, forcing Liam to scratch his cheek for a momemt before he noticed a bug and leaped away excitedly.

Figuring that would occupy him for a while, Liam stood up, returning to the livingroom and glancing briefly at Mika as he passed the kitchen again. At least she hadn't just taken it all in stride - at least she seemed a little angry. This was both good and bad; good, because she needed to grow a spine, and bad, because in doing so she might force Mr. Tickles out of yet another home. And thinking that his actions might break the poor, abandoned cats' heart yet again made Liam feel almost sad. He sat on the couch reflectively, only looking up when Mika returned. "Really?!" at the first words out of her mouth, Liam felt like a small child on Christmas day, jumping up over the arm of his seat and hugging her out of gratitude. She may not have been happy, but he was ecstatic enough for both of them. Releasing her and stepping back, Liam listened carefully to Mika's rules, all but jumping up and down. "I've already told him to stay out of your room, don't worry about it," he answered, speaking at twice his normal speed.

As Mika moved forward, Liam did his best to remain serious, though his eyes were still alive with the excitement of owning a cat. "Of course, I didn't expect you to do any of that. I was thinking I could put his litter box in my bathroom, since it's pretty big. And of course his bowl will just go in the kitchen. He eats dry food mostly, I'll get some canned stuff and give it to him as a treat or something. And treats!" Liam was barely paying attention to Mika, making a mental to-do list,"I'll pick some up on my way to work tomorrow. I'll have to get some toys, too..." he drifted off, taking note of Mika's expression. She looked almost exactly like Bambi. But not right after its mother died, thankfully. More just in general. "Erm - anyway," realizing he'd zoned out, Liam cleared his throat, "is it just me, or did you bring a bunch of cupcake ingredients home?" He leaned to look around her toward the kitchen, wondering if any had magically appeared during her brief tantrum.

[mika]

She didn't pay attention to where Liam went when she was in the kitchen. ALLERGY MEDICATION!! She was so mad for a minute she forgot where anything went. Eggs went in the cupboards with the chips and the sugar went into the freezer beside the ice. It took her two different tries to get everything in place. Which only ticked her off more. But Mika knew how to calm herself. And she knew being angry wouldn't get her anywhere. Why was she angry anyway? Because Liam wanted a companion? Maybe this would keep his complaining down while she went out with Jason. She took a drink of ice cold water before walking back out. The only thing that could have made her smile was, in fact, the very hug Liam gave her. She couldn't help but break an innocent little smile at him as he listed to her what he needed. She was glad he was excited. "This is good. This is a good thing. You're happy with a cat." She reassured herself out loud, twirling a strand of hair with one of her fingers.

To the simple mention of cupcakes Liam brought up, Mika's face lit up completely. Her smile widened and her eyes were happy and she stood up straight, turning and waving Liam to follow her. "Yeah! I got a couple of new recipes. I was thinking of actually doing something other than cupcakes, but in cupcake form. You know?" By then she was leaning against the counter, holding a piece of paper with her writing all over it of ingredients and recipes to try. "I'll still make cupcakes, of course. I have different frosting recipes. And I found a recipe for oreo cheesecake cupcakes. The crust is an oreo!" She laughed a little, her hands motioning at the things she said. It was easy to see the passion she had for... baking. After a few moments, Mika took another sip of her glass and began pulling out her cupcake essentials. "I need you to try the frosting though before I put them on the cupcakes, is that okay?" By then Mika had completely forgotten about the cat, but her nose hadn't. She sniffled a couple of times before looking over at him.

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[liam]

"Of course I'm happy with a cat!" Liam exclaimed, still grinning from ear to hear, "I've always wanted a pet, but I could never get one because we were always travelling. And now I have a real home. And a cat! And it's all thanks to you!" Because she deserved to know the full extent of his gratitude, Liam was laying it on thick, knowing this would help him in the future if Mr. Tickles decided to start being a handful. So far, however, he seemed rather well behaved. An absolutely perfect specimen. As if today couldn't get any better, Mika confirmed that she was, in fact, going to be baking cupcakes. If Liam could have cheered in excitement, he would have, but as he didn't want to seem too appreciative of her he only let out a triumphant, "yess!"

As she went on to explain her experiment, Liam's expression became more confused. "No, do tell me more," he urged, all ears now. Cupcakes, but not really cupcakes? He couldn't quite figure out what that meant. He leaned next to her on the counter, peering over her shoulder at the bit of paper in her hand and trying to make sense of it. "That's a lot of cupcakes," he pointed out, drooling at the thought. Cupcakes and pasta - he could live off of those two things, he was sure of it. "Oreo cheesecake?" Liam perked up, beginning to wonder why they were still standing here talking when she could be baking up a storm of oreo cheesecake delights. "Those sound amazing! Make those first! And then make the rest of them... we should pull an all-nighter and just bake!" Who cared if he was working tomorrow? He didn't start until four, anyway, and who needs sleep when you have cupcakes?

Finally, Mika began to get stuff ready. Liam stepped back, giving her space but still watching her movements with an expression of delighted disbelief. A cat and cupcakes... he wanted to hug the world. When Mika asked him to be her frosting tester, Liam almost fainted. "Taste your frosting? Sure, I can definitely do that. In fact, it's the least I can do, all things considered." He didn't want to full on mention Mr. Tickles, not wanting to harsh her mellow, but felt it was necessary to remind her that he was doing her a favour.

ooc. If only the UN was like Mika and all the warring countries were like Liam. We would see world peace. Well, most of the time.

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[mika]

The more interest that Mika heard in Liam's voice, the quicker and more excited she talked. But the mere fact Liam suggested an all nighter baking cupcakes, Mika looked at him, her smile couldn't get any bigger. "Really?! You want to?!" She was off tomorrow, so she didn't have to worry about sleeping much. As Liam agree'd with her more and more, she began remembering where her cupcake essentials were, and pulling things out faster. "Yes! The oreo cheesecake cookies will actually probably take all night, because they need to be in the refrigerator. " She read off the sheet, tipping one of the grocery bags over gently and pulling out a thing of double stuffed oreos. She started the oven to preheat and began pulling out the ingredients. "Oh, wait!" She stopped, running off into her room for a moment. After a few minutes passed, Mika emerged in one of her favorite aprons. It was pink and polka-dotted, with cupcakes and a big yellow polka-dotted bow around the waist. It fit her curves quite well, and the pocket was always the right size. She washed her hands really quick and smiled at Liam. She had also pulled her hair back into a loose pony tail. In fact, it was so loose her bangs fell down, almost reaching her shoulders.

After popping them in the fridge, Mika pulled out the ingredients of her new experiment. She was going to make her own chocolate hostess cupcakes. After mixing the usual chocolate recipe by memory, she began mixing the frosting. "Alright, so this is the filling I'm going to put in the middle of the chocolate cupcakes. " She explained, dipping her finger in and licking it off. "Go ahead and tell me if it needs to be sweeter or if it's too sweet or what. " She scooted the bowl toward him, taking one more finger dip-and-innocent finger suck before looking up at him.

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[liam]

"Do I want to? Of course I want to!" Liam cried, hardly daring to believe that this might actually happen. Now, it was his turn to be in shock. The good kind of shock. The kind of shock where people jump up and down and flap their hands and squeal, though he was of course far too manly to do anything like that. He waited for her to finish gathering all her necessities, smirking at her flustered activity. When she came back with the apron on, he nodded his approval to himself, watching as she washed her hands. "Got any more of those? I feel left out," he joked, gesturing to her new attire. Figuring he might as well be clean, he washed his hands as well, eagerly anticipating the frosting (and the finished cupcake product).

Liam basically hung around while Mika worked her magic, sneaking tastes of the batter every so often and occasionally looking for Mr. Tickles, who had tired himself out and was now sleeping in the center of Liam's bed. When Mika began to explain what she was doing, he paid close attention, nodding. "These are going to be amazing," he decided, practically able to taste them already. He watched as she tried the filling, subconsciously licking his lips as she licked her finger. Then, he dipped his own finger in, gathering a rather large amount and transferring it to his mouth. It was delicious, as usual. "Maybe a bit sweeter," he decided, taking another taste for good measure.

ooc. omg

[mika]

For a second, Mika took Liam's request for an apron seriously. She stared for a second, thinking of all the aprons she had. "Well one I have on is the manliest apron I got. All my other ones have lace and rap around the waist only." She laughed. "My grandma made this one when she taught me to sew." She said happily as she mixed everything. Mika was a traditional baker. She avoided most electronic devices, specifically mixing, and did it all on her own. Not to mention electronic mixers were ridiculously priced in this city. After finishing the cheesecake part and eating one or two oreo's, Mika had a moment of worry, thinking they had eaten too many and wouldn't have enough for the cakes. But, as lucky as can be, they had just enough.

Frosting was always easy to make. It was a low maintenance food. Basically all it was was butter, milk, sugar and vanilla extract. After tasting it, Mika personally thought it was fine. But she was making this batch how Liam wanted it. If he was willing to spend time with her, she was willing to adjust things to how he wanted them. His comment on how amazing they were going to be made her laugh. "I know, they're going to come out perfect!" She replied excitedly. Her eyes watched up at him as he tasted the frosting, and she waited curiously until he suggested it to be sweeter. "You think?" She said, not arguing with him and pulling out the sugar. She knowingly put in half a cup, mixing it and smiling over at Liam. This was awesome, she was always happy to spend time with her friend. But for both of them to be this happy? Well it wasn't too common. Mika dipped her finger in the frosting, popping her finger in her mouth, thoughtlessly watching Liam as she sucked the frosting off and pulled her finger from her mouth. "Mmmm. I think you were right." She offered him the bowl, laughing. "We're going to eat it all before we get the chance to bake!" As she spoke, she turned her attention on the chocolate batter, pouring it with care into each little baking cup int he pan. Almost each one was completely even, except the very last. But Mika fixed this by scraping the inside of the mixing bowl and topping it off in the cup. "Alright now I'll put these in the oven, and we can make the chocolate frosting for the top of the cakes!" She smiled at Liam, turning and bending at the waist to pop the cupcakes into the oven. She stood up straight and turned around, facing Liam with a big smile on her lips.

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[liam]

Liam watched Mika with a bemused expression as she took him seriously, obviously off in her own little world of happiness and bubbles. And if that was the manliest apron she owned... well, he just hoped she managed to get it really dirty and ended up having to change. Currently, he was trying to figure out why he hadn't 'helped' her bake more often. "Cool. You know, I should get my own apron. Or make one! You can teach me how to sew!" If she didn't catch on to his one, she was definitely out of it. While it would be awesome to have his own apron (preferably offensive), Liam had no intention to become a housewife. He leaned on the counter, focusing mostly on the batter as she mixed it, very hungry indeed.

"For sure," Liam nodded when she asked if he was sure about making the frosting sweeter. In his opinion, things could always be sweeter, but just a bit more sugar would probably be fine. He grinned, watching her add some. She seemed to have forgotten all about Mr. Tickles, and that was good. Once they got past the first week of having him, he figured, there was no way she would be able to change her mind. Not that she would, after he'd pulled the 'it makes me happy' card. Mika was a sucker for pleasing people - a fact Liam took advantage of far too often. It was all he could do to remain composed when she took another taste of the frosting; he wasn't sure whether to be turned on, or burst out laughing at how oblivious she was. "Good," he nodded, looking at her intently, "good. Why don't you try it one more time, just to be sure?"

As she finally began putting the cupcakes together, Liam became a happy spectator once more. Of course, once she was done with the mixing bowl, he casually took a spatula to it and finished off the last of the batter while Mika put her creations into the oven. "Sounds good," he agreed wholeheartedly to the thought of making chocolate frosting. Then, as an afterthought, added, "how long will those take to bake?"

ooc. baking porn baking porn

[mika]

The more Liam spoke, the more Mika smiled. Now he wanted her to make him an apron? She could burst into tears of joy right now! "I could make you one with lots of pockets, and we can go to the craft store and buy the material together!" She said happily, still occupied by her creations. As she mixed the to-be chocolate frosting ingredients in a separate bowl, Mika looked at Liam confused. Why did she need to taste it again? Without saying anything, she dipped her middle and index finger in, scooping a glob of the frosting and popping it in her mouth. She sat there for a second, thinking, tasting, fingers still in her mouth. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it." She finally said after pulling her fingers out. She rinsed her hands off in the sink and continued back to the chocolate frosting. Pretty much the same recipe as the cream filling, but less milk, and half a cup of cocoa powder mixed in it. She mixed it quickly, once again taste-testing it with her finger. "mm. i love home made chocolate frosting, but my favorite has to be the buttercream filling." She said, taking another dip of the filling and licking her fingers off. Liams question made her look over at the oven, thinking. "Um... well these ones will probably only take like fifteen minutes of cooking. But filling them is the fun part, I think." She smiled.

After mixing the chocolate frosting once more, you could tell it was much thicker than the filling was. She scooted the bowl toward Liam so he could try it. "How is it?" She tilted her head in curiosity, pulling out four frosting bags, two with different tips than the other. She began scooping the filling and putting it in one bag, quickly filling it and putting the rest in the other bag. "I'm a bit of a cheater." She said quietly. "I like to fill the cupcakes with more than the recipe calls for." A smile rose on her lips and she watched Liam, beginning to smell the chocolate cupcakes scent fill the room.

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[liam]

Liam was delighted when Mika overlooked his sarcasm. In fact, he clapped his hands, bubbling over with feigned excitement. "Ohmigod, let's do it!" Poor thing... now, she would actually expect him to be willing to go to the craft store and make an apron. How did craft stores even generate money? Did people aside from Mika shop there? Of course, he was again distracted from his own thoughts by the frosting and the fact that Mika really had no idea what was going on. When she tried the icing again - like he told her to - Liam couldn't help himself. He burst out laughing, leaning on the counter for support and then dropping to the floor when that failed. For a minute or so, his body shook, and he could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. She just had no idea. How could a person even grow up like that? After a while, of course, he managed to pull himself together and struggle up, wiping at his eyes with the back of a hand. "Uhm, sorry, I've just... had a lot of sugar, I guess," he lied, trying to maintain his composure. Who would have thought he could have had this much fun baking?

Liam managed to calm down as she started to make the chocolate frosting, only sniggering once or twice when she began to taste-test again. He tried it himself, shaking his head at her declaration. "No, chocolate is definitely better. Of course, I would eat both either way." When she replied that the cupcakes would take fifteen minutes, he grinned, breathing in the smell of baking. "Yeah, can't wait to put that filling in." He wholly planned to eat at least one cupcake without the filling, though, just because it would be torture to wait for all of that to be done. When Mika offered him the bowl, Liam stuck his finger in without any hesitation. "So good I could die," he decided enthusiastically. He watched as she filled the icing bags, then smirked when she lowered her voice. "Oh, Mika, you're so bad."

ooc. I'm hungry and I also lol'd myself.