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It was a day before Valentines day, the day of love and appreciation. Ethan gave a confident grin, stepping onto the hard wooden floors beneath him, the scent of semi-burnt bread and fruit filling his senses. “Okay,” He strolled over towards an empty surface and opened a cupboard from under the marble counter, reaching in and taking out an apron. “Time to bake.” Mia gifted it to him after their 4 year anniversary - he bashfully wore it around for the next 2 weeks afterwards.
Ethan took out a few small bowls of the needed ingredients and trotted over to the higher cupboards, getting on his tip toes to reach for the sugar above. He suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around his waist and immediately twisted his body around to see who - oh, it was just Karl. He frowned and crossed his arms at the sudden action. “I thought you were sleeping in?” Ethan lifted his head up to Karl. The other just gave a cocky grin, placing his hands behind his back and leaning forward. “Nothing.” Karl's eyes trailed around Ethan's body, before getting a push.
Ethan rolled his eyes as he could sense the man behind him doing more than just 'Nothing.' He turned on his heel and put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow. “If you're gonna lie, then dont make it obvious at least!” He quickly stepped back to the counter and placed his ingredients.
Firstly, Ethan took out a baking sheet. As he lightly greased it, he could feel eyes gazing his back. I wonder who. He peered behind and twirled around to face Karl. “Are you gonna help me, or what?” He rested a hand on the counter. “Me? help you? Oh, hell yea.” Karl treaded to Ethan and reached out a hand. He flicked a finger up, a baking tray slamming onto the counter. Ethan flinched and covered his ears. What was he thinking?? “Karl, don't do that! It's gonna break!” Ethan notified. The other dejected. “Calm down, It'll be fine!” Karl waved a dismissive hand as an increasing amount of metal baking equipment floated in the air.
He pinched his nose and stormed towards Karl. “Put it down, Heisenberg.” Karl squinted his eyes at the other man. He sneered, reluctantly lowering his hand as the materials clattered onto the floor.
Ethan went back to baking, his hands methodically moving around the counter and pouring in the ingredients. He was trying, at least. And what did Karl do? One of the great four lords (not anymore) known for destroying all above him? He was standing aside and watching Ethan do all the work. Not to say he didn't enjoy it. the view was amazing, after all.