She rolls her eyes playfully at him, still mostly watching the wind. She...
does really like his hair like that though... not that it matters.
Hm.
"It followed me?" she asks, carefully holding a canister of sprinkles over
the little twister. "I didn't do anything though..." she says skeptically,
wondering how on earth he's able to do so many different things at once.
Tentatively, she tips a few sprinkles into the twist, half expecting them
to come flying back out at her.
See, that would be rude of him. The little twister bobs a little, and zooms right back over the cookies. It deposits all teh sprinkles, a little unevenly, but atop the cookies.
Then bobs at the other end.
"That work out?" Because he's not paying terribly much attention, maybe. Or maybe, because he's wind, he's.. actually used to at least filtering more than this out all the time. Either way, here's some cookies on a cooling rack as he peers at the little whirlwind's work.
She's impressed, and moves over to inspect the cookies a little more
closely. "Obedient little wind puppy, hm? That's... really neat."
There's a pensive look on her face, and she watches the twister a few
moments more before reaching over toward it again, this time using her
Light to tug at its own a bit, curiously. Oddly enough, it... feels a lot
like naked baker near the stove.
"Its just following the pattern." Zaveid shrugs, and maybe as he passes she can tell the wind is a bit more active right about him again.
It has a bit more than would be expected for a tiny little weather formation - and its definitely Zaveid's. ... Actually there's a whole lot of that about the kitchen right now, just like when he'd given her a jet stream to the cages, feeling like he's spread out across the air except... well, there's something a bit healthier feeling to it. Much better than the weak trickle to the air through most of October and November.
"It'll do it again when you put more sprinkles in it." He's.. back to filling the oven and all spare counters with baking sheets.
She does notice it; it's almost a little heady how much of him is in the room, and yet... that can't be right, right? They don't know each other well enough for his Light to surround her like this, right? They had gotten to know one another fairly well during his stint in the infirmary, but even then...
She looks over at him, studying for a second before she gives the little twister more sprinkles to toss about, curious to see if maybe this time it'll respond to her Light...
She reaches her Light out again, this time a little more firmly.
The little twist of wind starts going back through its pattern over cookies, but lurches when she reaches out. It isn't confused or anything - it's told one path by one thing, and another direction by another, and so it halts.
And then puffs out in a burst of sprinkles everywhere.
"... Curiosity?" Zaveid can tell something happened to his little whirlwind, but, he's still focused on a new batch of cookies.
"I can use my hands and mouth at the same time, if y'wanna ask." ... Zaveid is facing away, so its okay that she missed the smile that went with the first part of that.
"Or I can pass you another one and you can catch up on icing."
She doesn't have to see it. She can feel the smile in his voice even before she halfway registers the words. Never the less, her face is as red as the toppings she's using to decorate. "Wait, what?" she asks, mildly alarmed only half caught up with him.
Wait, this is Zaveid. She can toss it right back, right? "That talented, are you?" she asks, a lilt to her voice.
She looks over the cookies, having gathered up the extra, then steps back a little. "Another one would be handy, yeah."
This is Zaveid, she can absolutely almost dirty talk him back.
"And another hand?" That! That is a bit of hint of what the wind is to him, as the air stirs near her and twists into whirlwind next to Dove again. "Same thing with the squiggle over the cookies."
"Not that... intimately," she grins back slyly, eyes drifting over to the stirring air. Once the second twister has formed, she 'pulls' it over to the cookies again, drawing a lazy path over the ones that are already iced.
Good twister! Sprinkles it gets as she watches approvingly.
Dove laughs and shakes her head. This much she can handle, given who he is. "What, can't handle the heat?" she asks, shrugging her shoulder as she ices a few more cookies.
"There's heat and heat, lady~! If I can't handle one, then it's probably because I'm far too used to the other." Probably should stop when he starts making jokes about how physically attractive most people find him. Probably a good time.
She laughs, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah, too sexy for your shirt and all that," she teases, rolling her eyes and waving a hand at him. She's... fairly certain the reference will go beyond him. Maybe she'll have to send him the Mp3. "I might even believe it if I hadn't gotten used to you being a total dork in the infirmary..."
Snort. "As far as you could call them 'conversations'," she laughs, moving to show the bouncing twisty the path over the next set of cookies. "To be honest, it was more just... trying to translate half the time..."
Pause. Hm...
"The other half was just trying to find ways to keep you in bed..."
...she'll poke a little.
Back to cookies though. "Ah... well. We're throwing a party for the entire castle tomorrow, so... um..."
A lot. A whole lot more than just she can make in one night.
"Ah, well, that last parts definitely easier with the less dorky Zaveid." Zaveid winks as he passes her with another rack of cooling cookies. "Please usually gets me to stick around."
But then he pauses and Looks at her. "... so you were just planning on cooking cookies until people showed up, huh. And then continuing, I guess."
"I know," she confirms, shaking her head fondly. "I tried 'please' plenty of times with weird Zaveid and it never worked out." The wink just gets a grin but... it's almost as sheepish as it is playful.
She does shrink a little under the scrutiny though. "That or bite my pride and ask Ozuma for another favor... he's already doing a lot though," she explains, clearly feeling a little guilty.
"And a point to the daily Zaveid." He marks it off in the air, like he was.. keeping score...
"Well, good thing I've slept enough for another couple thousand years." Zaveid claps his hands, looking at the array of cookies he's already made.
"We've got butter, peanut butter... sugar, cinnamon sugar... I'll get some molasses going, that's kinda follows the sugar, and if we just dust them a little with powdered sugar, they'll look all snow-like." He pauses, looking at the kitchen. "... I might need to let you catch up on icing while I do dishes..."
"That's insane... Sleep is awesome," she protests, looking over the spread of cookies in almost disbelief. She almost stifles a yawn, as if her body is all too willing to prove her point.
She laughs a little awkwardly, looking back at the half decorated cookies. ...At least she's got the wind to help her? "Ha...yeah... I'll just... do that."
"It's weird, man! I laid down and oops, there went twelve hours. I think." Remember, time is weird when he lives through so much of it. "At least, that's what the numbers on the phone say. I could'a read a book, made way too much ice cream, but nope. Just... laying there on my face..."
But he steps over to scrub out the bowls he was using, which... honestly takes him less time than it ought to because scrubbing is a swirling motion and little twisters with a dishcloth or a sponge? Not to mention air drying is so easy when there's an oven nearby and a wind seraph.
She shakes her head and tends to the cookies, leaving it be. Weirdo. He had, quite literally, laid on his face for a lot of his time in the infirmary...
She works with the little twister he's given her, chatting with him about this and that until suddenly... the conversation, while easy before, begins to slip even further, more and more into what seems like intentional touches and the occasional bump against him as she moves the cookies from place to place.
Maybe they're naturally just in tune, weird as it may be.
Maybe it has something to do with the holiday vine that neither of them have noticed sneaking across the ceiling over their workspace....
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She rolls her eyes playfully at him, still mostly watching the wind. She... does really like his hair like that though... not that it matters.
Hm.
"It followed me?" she asks, carefully holding a canister of sprinkles over the little twister. "I didn't do anything though..." she says skeptically, wondering how on earth he's able to do so many different things at once. Tentatively, she tips a few sprinkles into the twist, half expecting them to come flying back out at her.
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Then bobs at the other end.
"That work out?" Because he's not paying terribly much attention, maybe. Or maybe, because he's wind, he's.. actually used to at least filtering more than this out all the time. Either way, here's some cookies on a cooling rack as he peers at the little whirlwind's work.
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"Wow... yeah, it did!"
She's impressed, and moves over to inspect the cookies a little more closely. "Obedient little wind puppy, hm? That's... really neat."
There's a pensive look on her face, and she watches the twister a few moments more before reaching over toward it again, this time using her Light to tug at its own a bit, curiously. Oddly enough, it... feels a lot like naked baker near the stove.
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It has a bit more than would be expected for a tiny little weather formation - and its definitely Zaveid's. ... Actually there's a whole lot of that about the kitchen right now, just like when he'd given her a jet stream to the cages, feeling like he's spread out across the air except... well, there's something a bit healthier feeling to it. Much better than the weak trickle to the air through most of October and November.
"It'll do it again when you put more sprinkles in it." He's.. back to filling the oven and all spare counters with baking sheets.
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She looks over at him, studying for a second before she gives the little twister more sprinkles to toss about, curious to see if maybe this time it'll respond to her Light...
She reaches her Light out again, this time a little more firmly.
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And then puffs out in a burst of sprinkles everywhere.
"... Curiosity?" Zaveid can tell something happened to his little whirlwind, but, he's still focused on a new batch of cookies.
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There's a surprised squeak as the twisterr bursts, and she immediately scrambles and sets out her hands to catch as many of the sprinkles as she can.
Her face is red and her expression is guilty when she looks over at him again. "Ah... A little." She looks over the cookies. "Maybe."
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"Or I can pass you another one and you can catch up on icing."
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Wait, this is Zaveid. She can toss it right back, right? "That talented, are you?" she asks, a lilt to her voice.
She looks over the cookies, having gathered up the extra, then steps back a little. "Another one would be handy, yeah."
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This is Zaveid, she can absolutely almost dirty talk him back.
"And another hand?" That! That is a bit of hint of what the wind is to him, as the air stirs near her and twists into whirlwind next to Dove again. "Same thing with the squiggle over the cookies."
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"I think if we wanna discuss intimate multitasking, it might wanna wait until after the cookies are all done, eh?"
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Dove laughs and shakes her head. This much she can handle, given who he is. "What, can't handle the heat?" she asks, shrugging her shoulder as she ices a few more cookies.
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"What, guy can't have his off side?" That was the most sleep Zaveid had in a thousand years you can't blame him for it making him weird.
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He's not, its all play, but like. Really? Barely coherent was cute on him-
..... that was a flash of uh, his mind wandering somewhere that isn't quite appropriate for the way this is all play. Nevermind then!!
"How many cookies did you say you wanted again?" How much space is there for his fresh trays?
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Pause. Hm...
"The other half was just trying to find ways to keep you in bed..."
...she'll poke a little.
Back to cookies though. "Ah... well. We're throwing a party for the entire castle tomorrow, so... um..."
A lot. A whole lot more than just she can make in one night.
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But then he pauses and Looks at her. "... so you were just planning on cooking cookies until people showed up, huh. And then continuing, I guess."
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She does shrink a little under the scrutiny though. "That or bite my pride and ask Ozuma for another favor... he's already doing a lot though," she explains, clearly feeling a little guilty.
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"Well, good thing I've slept enough for another couple thousand years." Zaveid claps his hands, looking at the array of cookies he's already made.
"We've got butter, peanut butter... sugar, cinnamon sugar... I'll get some molasses going, that's kinda follows the sugar, and if we just dust them a little with powdered sugar, they'll look all snow-like." He pauses, looking at the kitchen. "... I might need to let you catch up on icing while I do dishes..."
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She laughs a little awkwardly, looking back at the half decorated cookies. ...At least she's got the wind to help her? "Ha...yeah... I'll just... do that."
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But he steps over to scrub out the bowls he was using, which... honestly takes him less time than it ought to because scrubbing is a swirling motion and little twisters with a dishcloth or a sponge? Not to mention air drying is so easy when there's an oven nearby and a wind seraph.
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She works with the little twister he's given her, chatting with him about this and that until suddenly... the conversation, while easy before, begins to slip even further, more and more into what seems like intentional touches and the occasional bump against him as she moves the cookies from place to place.
Maybe they're naturally just in tune, weird as it may be.
Maybe it has something to do with the holiday vine that neither of them have noticed sneaking across the ceiling over their workspace....
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1/2
2/3 i lied
yep done.