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Zooble yawned, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes in frustration and making her way to the kitchen. She’d been awoken by loud clattering and thumping, and it was 2 AM. She blinked, frustration mixing with bewilderment when she was greeted with the sight of Caine and about the biggest mess of dropped and spilled ingredients she’d ever seen splattered all over the kitchen. The microwave was beeping, the fridge was wide open, and Caine’s clothes and face were covered in mysterious substances. The boy had a bowl of a dough-esc substance that he was whisking tucked under his arm, and he was squatted in front of the oven, staring intently into it.
“...Caine?” She mumbled groggily, making the redhead jolt and look over. “Oh! Hi Zooble!” He chimed cheerily, waving. “It’s two in the morning what are you doing??” He stood up and gestured to the bowl. “Baking! Cake!... I think.” Zooble sighed, eyebrows furrowed. The first interaction of the day and she was already tired of it. “Can you at least be a little quieter?” Caine shrugged, using his foot to open the oven and glancing inside before hurriedly shutting it. “Probably not. It might get louder actually, I think whatever’s in there is alive now.” He swept his white-tipped bangs out of his face, smearing probably-non-edible-batter across his forehead.
Despite her frustration, a tiny smile tugged at her lips. He was like an impulsive puppy, she could practically see his tail wagging sometimes. “...” Zooble sat there watching him stumble and spill things for a couple more minutes before she gave in, “Ugh, fine. C’mere.” She huffed, stepping over a small pile of flour and sprinkles to help him.
A couple of hours and a whole lot of corrections later, they’d made and decorated a two-tier strawberry cake together. Zooble plopped down onto the couch with an exhausted sigh, about to spit a snarky comment before she was suddenly yanked into a hug. “Thank you Zoobssss!!” Caine gushed, arms wrapped around her torso and head resting on her chest. Red flushed the younger’s cheeks, and she chuckled softly, patting his hair. “No prob, Caine.”