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23 blueprints -- dictated/action

[There's a soft, deep humming of I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas coming from the kitchen, coupled with a delicious aroma of gingerbread cookies. Inside, Ted, appropriately dressed in an apron and with some kitchen gloves, takes out a tray full of misshapen cookies. Undeterred by their unfortunate looks, he continues to hum as he places it on some hot pads, then turns around and takes out another two trays, one at a time.

He takes off his gloves and deeply inhales the scent, giving a refreshed and satisfied sigh. Give him a few more moments, and he'll have a plate full of cookies in his hands as he steps into the lobby. Actually, he has the plate in one hand and a half-eaten cookie in the other.]

Anyone want some gingerbread cookies? I swear, they taste so much better than they look.

((I think you know what this means! KISS TIME C: Planned/Unplanned welcome ofc.))23

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It's titanium, actually. [Just going to reach over for one of those cookies now, don't mind him~.]

And what did I say about giving the castle ideas, civvy?

Pfffh. Whatever, dude, you know you have it coming.

[Will just wait to see how Rookie likes that cookie.]

[Just rolling his eyes, Ted. Just rolling his eyes.

But he'll go ahead and take a small nibble, before there's a surprised raise of his eyebrows.]

Huh. These are pretty good. Not bad, architect.

[Ted gives an amused snort.]

Jeez, you don't have to act so surprised, Rook.

Well, when you're use to getting handed horrible food created from limited resources and a bit of creativity...

[Trailing off with a grin and a shrug, before he was taking a bigger bite out of that cookie.]

What, do you not know how to wish for good food, Rook?

Think there's a difference between magic appearing food and handmade food, Ted.

[He's just going to finish off the rest of that cookie before leaning forwards to consider grabbing another one. Not seeming to notice there was a fairy currently hiding out behind one of the lobby's chairs.]

But yeah. Sometimes I do, if I'm not in the mood to cook.

Okay, you got me there.

[He notices Rookie eying his cookies, but fails to notice the faerie.]

Help yourself. I've got plenty more in the kitchen. [He squints suspiciously at the kitchen.] ...unless it's been raided.

[He wouldn't put it past those faeries. :|]

[Yeaaaah, Rookie wouldn't either. So he'll just take a second to glance towards the kitchen himself, before shrugging and reaching for another cookie.]

Probably. Don't think there's anywhere that doesn't have one of those annoying balls of light sprinkling dust everywhere.

[Like the one quietly zigzagging its way across the floor and towards the couch, just keeping out of sight.]

[Nomming on a cookie himself.] Yeah. ... they probably sprinkled their kissing dust all over it if they haven't eaten it.

[WELP.]

[Oh, why'd you have to say that Ted. That only causes Rookie to stop eating his cookie and stare down at it for a few seconds, before looking back up up the architect with a raised eyebrow.]

You sure they haven't already?

[That fairy? Still sneakin'.]

Oh yeah, don't worry. I was in the kitchen the entire time, so I know for sure that this batch is clean.

Man, I wish I'd thought about those pests before I left the other two in the kitchen..

That's good to know. [He'll go back to nibbling on that cookie now, before giving Ted a small nod.]

And I'm sure you could always just wish up a fres-- woah!

[Yeah, that fairy? The one that was being all ninja-like? Zooms up from just behind the back of the couch and does one big circle above the two of them, sprinkling pixie dust everywhere. So the most Rookie has the ability of doing is giving off a swear before the effects set in.]

... Then again, maybe they won't be so bad.

[Leaning closer with a smirk, WHAT DO ARCHITECT.]

I didn't wish for these, y'k-- wah!]

[were they making words because they don't feel terribly important anymore]

... what won't be so bad? .. y'mean, this?

[Yeeaahhh, Ted's totally leaning in for the kiss now too.]

[Words? What words? There were words?

Rookie's smirk gets a little bigger, though, before he's closing the distance between them. One hand absentmindedly moving to try and tug the poor guy by the front of his shirt with a chuckle in the process.

..... Yeah, he's really, really sorry man. SOB.]

[yep, those cookies? all over the floor, now, because Ted's moved to favor grabbing Rookie back and making sweet love to him.

Ted isn't sorry at all.

Well. At least not yet.]

[ooh mister architect ooh -- my gawd you're wasting cookies what are you doing.

Not that Rookie kind of... cares at the moment, considering he's a bit busy returning Ted's advances. Seeing as there is no way he can't make this into a competition, especially when he's pretty darn set on not being the chick in this. >>

so yeah hopefully that magic wears off soon.]

[Someone's standing in the doorway, just... observing.]

[Ted is... actually getting pretty deep when the magic starts to wear off. It becomes a bit less passionate, and bit slower, until...

oh god.

...

OH GOD.]

WAUGH!!

[Ted shoves Rookie away, jumping back as though he'd been electrocuted. Excuse him if he's a bit too traumatized to notice you, Kallen.]

What the hell, Rookie?!?

[The magic takes a bit longer to wear off for Rookie, but that push is what proves to snap him back into his senses and allow him the ability to understand what just happened.

So he's just going to flail backwards with a startled noise and try to put as much distance between him and Ted as possible - which, apparently, wasn't enough space for the couch to cover, meaning Rookie is going to end up toppling backwards in that frantic movement and land flat on his back on the floor.

Then sort of, glare up at the ceiling towards the ball of light that was currently zooming far, far away. Uttering one single word to Ted as he did so.] Fairy.

[Well then. Kallen makes her way over to the two of them and leans over the back of the couch quietly.]

[oh man oh god, Ted is wishing up an eggnog right now to get the discreet taste of Rookie in his mouth. He throws his head back, taking a few generous gulps from the carton.

Fucking HELL. It was bad enough that earlier on, he'd been forced to kiss a teenage boy who was a complete stranger to him. And now, Rookie, who'd he'd known for pretty much the entire time he'd been in Paradisa? Augh.

When he stops guzzling, he catches a glimpse of red, and turning, jumps when he sees Kallen.

A witness to this event was honestly the last thing he'd needed. He speaks cautiously.]

Hi.

[As he moves to sit up, one hand drags across his face before he's propping both arms over his legs and silently staring at Ted. That eggnog getting most of his attention, but as Rookie considers the idea of wishing up a little himself, that red hair draws him out of it.

And then he freezes because of course it had to be Kallen.] ... How long?

hahaha why thank you :3

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