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Somehow, Slingshot had dragged Coil into preparing pastries for the cafè. Coil, being Coil, was a bit upset his usual teasing backfired on him. He grumbled as he slipped on the blue apron, while Slingshot took all the ingredients out.
"Go wash your hands, Coil."
Slingshot stated, not bothering to merely glance in Coil's direction. That bothered Coil even more. He rolled his eyes and lazily poured soap on his hands, then started the sink. As Coil begrudgingly washed his hands while Slingshot checked the recipe one more time.
Coil dried off his hands and walked over to Slingshot, crossing his arms.
"What are we making first?"
"Muffins. Get the eggs."
Coil trudged to the fridge, groaning dramatically as he swung the door open and grabbed the egg carton. He let the door close on its own and slammed the carton on the counter. Slingshot raised an eyebrow.
"Dumb eggs... I should be training..."
Coil grumbles, Slingshot rolls his eyes.
"Well, you certainly need training when it comes to baking."
Coil scoffed.
"I'm probably a better baker than you."
"Is that so? I guess i can just leave the muffins to you, then."
Slingshot puts the recipe in Coil's hand, he looks down at it. Truth is, he's never baked in his life. Not even cooked. He doesn't understand much measurements at all. He gets all the ingredients on the list out, setting them on the counter. He cracks open two eggs, already getting eggshells in it. He pours several cups of flour into the bowl, using an actual cup. He literally gets everything wrong. Then he starts aggressively mixing. Slingshot, who had walked out of the kitchen, widens at the sight.
"Coil?! What the phuck?!"
He looked at the mess all over the counters and sighed, this was going to be a lot to clean up. Coil stopped his rough mixing.
"I'm doing what you told me, making the best muffins ever."
"I can already tell you got everything wrong."
Coil froze, chuckling nervously.
"Well, it was just a small—"
"You're helping me clean this up."
Coil audibly groaned, going to get paper towels.
.....
The two cleaned up the mess of the kitchen, then retried. This time, Slingshot helped. The two finally measured them correctly (mainly Slingshot), Slingshot greased the pan and started the oven, while Coil started mixing. He started his aggressive mixing once again, spilling a bit of the muffin mix. Slingshot's eyes widen and he quickly stopped Coil. He puts a hand on his hip from behind and grabbed his hand.
"Coil! Slow down, you're making another mess."
Coil froze, feeling Slingshot press behind him. His face felt hot and butterflies hatched from their cocoons inside his stomach. He swallowed hard, trying to push the dark grey creeping his neck down as Slingshot slowly helped him stirred the muffin batter. Maybe he should help Slingshot with baking more often.