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Valentine’s day was just around the corner… And Blackrock’s greatest was panicking.
Time was gnawing at Subspace while he stirred the cupcake batter, spilling some in the process.
Valentines day, tch. Who would’ve thought the sadistic scientist would’ve even bother with that day? He could’ve spent his time doing more ‘productive’ and ‘necessary’ jobs, like working at the lab.
Subspace’s eye narrow slightly like an irritated cat, scorpion tail flicking in agitation. Why do cupcakes have to be so phucking hard to bake? Of course, he could’ve stuck with something simpler like buying some chocolates that came in those heart shaped boxes that have a sappy letter attached and all that… But, he wanted to give his dear Medkit something meaningful– something his compassion created. So, he discarded those ideas in a solid second.
Medkit, his dear, loving husband. The same inphernal who once despised him now loved him. Subspace had always wanted to restart after their incident; took him, took them quite some time before they set aside the past and started over. Subspace loved the way Medkit’s white, teal speckled deer ears would perk up slightly at his voice; the way Medkit would let him rest his head on his chest, running his hand through his white locks.
SFOTH, he loved his deer (haha get it?!?! Ok i’ll stop), and he wants to deliver him something that hopefully showed his reciprocating love and appreciation to Medkit.
The cupcake batter sloshed in the metal bowl, Subspace’s scorpion tail wrapping around a nearby bottle of vanilla extract. He then takes the small bottle, double checking the recipe to make sure he’s putting in the right amount, before mixing again.
Subspace sticks out his tongue slightly as he carefully pours the batter into each hole in the cupcake tray. Some specks of batter stick onto his claws as he watches the batter flow into the holes. Huh… a bit messy– But, that’s alright!
Subspace raises his hand to his mouth, suckling the batter off one hand before doing the same with the other.
Obviously, a normal 30 year old wouldn’t be too giddy– and also frantic– about baking cupcakes, but this is Subspace T.Mine. Of course he’s probably going to bake it over and over about 5 times until he deems it “passable”.
Placing the cupcake tray into the oven, he sets the timer and temperature, before leaning back, exhaling lightly. Now to wait for them to finish.