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Coiny walked into the kitchen of the eliminated contestants, looking to see who was around. Pin had made brownies the night prior, and he wanted one for breakfast. There were only a few folks around, all of them busy with their own thing. 'Perfect', he thought to himself, 'This brownie is as good as mine!'
He pulled open the fridge, opening the pan of brownies. There were so many, plenty enough for everyone to have one and multiple to have two. His hand latched around one of the brownies, pulling it out of the pan and setting it on a paper towel. He opened up the microwave, putting his precious brownie into the machine. Now, all he had to do is heat it up.
He pressed the 30-second button, waiting until 10 seconds had passed. Opening the microwave back up, he laid his hand over his precious brownie. It was too cold for him. And cold brownies suck, everyone knows that. He closed the microwave and started heating it up again. Once another 10 seconds had passed, he opened the microwave back up. The scent of the brownie reminded him just how much he wanted this. He just had to make sure it was hot enough. He laid his hand back on the brownie, and it was hot.
Maybe a bit too hot.
And then he felt pain.
He jumped back, fumbling over to the sink and turning the water on as cold as possible, running his hand under it in panic. And it was just his luck that in the very moment he tried to stop the searing pain that Pin walked in. What horrible timing.
"Coiny," Pin asked, "Are you okay?"
Coiny stood there like a deer in headlights, cold water running over his hand, "...Maybe?"
Pin was not amused, "Coiny. What did you do?"
"...I... tried to heat up a brownie?" Coiny put on a faux smile, knowing very well he screwed up.
Pin sighed, "You need to be more careful, Coiny. Let me see your hand."
"Fine..." Coiny grumbled.
Coiny took his hand out of the cold water, letting Pin examine it. Even though Pin was very gentle, every touch on his hand felt like being pricked by a needle, causing him to whimper. After a bit, Pin sighed, reaching into the freezer and pulling out a few ice cubes to create a make-shift ice pack.
"You're such an idiot," Pin remarked, before giving him a peck on the cheek, "But I'm so glad your my idiot."
Coiny chuckled, "I love you, too."
"...So do you want me to get your brownie?" Pin asked.
"Yes please," Coiny smiled, "But be careful! It's hot."
Pin rolled her eyes, "I would assume so considering you burned yourself with it."