[Crow had done all the necessary preparations. With no classes after 3pm on Thursday, he was more than able to grab the ingredients needed for his baking afternoon with Rean on Friday.
His night classes didn't start til 8pm, so it was plenty of time to (try and) make cookies. They were the easiest baked good recipe to do, so it makes sense that that's the one they'd try first.
This year, ooze cookie will not be making a comeback.
...But just in case, Crow bought a jumbo box of Rice Krispies and some marshmallows. Should cookies turn out to be a total bust, any idiot with half a brain can make Rice Krispy Treats and doll them up nicely.
He'd texted Rean his address a little while ago, telling him to pop on over whenever. It wasn't too far from Rean's dorm, he remembers, so he'll just idly clean up the area around the couch.
[Rean is going over to a friend's house after school, mom!!!
Crow had told him to come over whenever, but Rean is ever himself, and as such let Crow know when his classes let out and that he'd be heading over after he dropped his things off back at his dorm. And true to his word, less than an hour after his classes let out, there's a beep at Crow's intercom.
Rean stands at the door, stuffing his hands into his pockets and tapping the tip of one foot against the pavement as he waits for either the door to the building to unlock or for Crow to say something from the other end.]
[That buzzer sounds, and Crow's making sure they've got everything that the average baker needs as far as utensils go: baking sheet, cooking spray, chocolate chips...the necessities.
Grabbing a barrette he'd gotten from the arcade as a prize, he quickly clips up his hair, pressing the button on the intercom.]
Just a sec!
[The door was through the living room, so Crow leaves his kitchen unattended as he half-jogs through the room and over to the door, opening it up and holding it open so Rean doesn't have to wait out in the cold.]
Hey, you made it! And I didn't even have to be your GPS.
[Rean responds to that quip before he even recognizes what he's looking at. He doesn't expect to be seeing anything different from what he saw at the castle, after all, so...]
Yeah, turns out I have one of those built in to my phone. The wonders of modern technology, old man.
[A bit of a teasing jab in return, before he pauses and turns his gaze on Crow.
He looks different with his hair pinned up. Not bad at all, actually, maybe even an improvement over that stupid bandana. But—
[Crow's face lights up at Rean's 'approval'. The man wasn't exactly embarrassed by the hair (once he got past all the annoying comments), but to hear his friend from a previous life still approved of it in this one?
A bonus.
Rean's comment about him being an old man causes bright laughter to erupt, his hand reaching over to ruffle that mess of black hair.]
You wanna know somethin'? That was the first thing I thought of after I reacted to my hair. Just...
[Rean sputters a little at the sudden physical affection, but he doesn't make any move to stop Crow. Just, oh, this is a thing that's happening now and he's not quite used to it, but it's fine.]
Ahaha. Good thing we never placed bets on it, right?
[Rean sighs a little, but it's more cheerful than anything, just regaining his bearings.]
Well... I can't say it won't take some getting used to, but it's not a bad change. [It's not like Rean had gotten too used to the black hair, anyway. And either way, it's still Crow's smiling face.] But hey, we had a mission, didn't we?
[Crow can't help but laugh at Rean's little sputter, fingers threading through that soft, black hair with friendly affection as he watches him crouch his head a little at the touch.]
I swear, Lady Luck hasn't called me once since you showed up. You're not hogging her, are ya?
[But he'll let his hand be free of those locks as he tilts his head to follow him.]
Thanks. I would've accepted it either way but knowing you guys like it kinda helps, you know?
But enough of the mushy talk. We got a mission to make some cookies. And if that fails...well--
Both, huh. MMMmm it'd be a challenge, but I'm game if you are. Can't promise the self-control on both, though. Rice Krispies are just beggin' for chocolate chip rain.
Wouldn't have offered it if I weren't game for it. And... well. You only really need to master self-control for the baking portion, right? So I guess should you slip up during the Rice Krispies preparation, I could let it slide...
[Crow'll walk him through the apartment, which isn't exactly the smallest that life has to offer, but reasonably snug. The door way automatically leads to the couch and TV area, the coffee table sitting right in front of it with a nice rug underneath. from there, it's just an open entrance to the kitchen, which has an oven, a sink, a counter top, microwave, the works.
Not too big, not too small. Set on the counter are the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies on one side, and on the other a jumbo box of rice krispies and a bag of marshmallows.]
Not a bad spread, I'd say.
[But his comment catches him, smirk spreading.]
Oh...such generosity from Rean Schwarzer! I may faint!
[Rean's glancing around as they go. Sure, it's not the biggest place in the world, but it is cozy – it's a home, which is more than Rean can say for his dorm room even with his attempts to personalize the place.]
Not in the slightest. You have a pretty nice place, here.
[There's no point in hiding that from Crow, anyway. But he's stopped in his tracks by Crow's snarky little retort, his own slightly mystified smile giving way to a smirk.]
Haha, but what will I do then? I'm not the one training to be an EMT!
Heh, well, nothing wrong with mediocre, am I right?
[He likes to think he's a step above 'college student', and despite his slackadaiscial attitude, the place does seem to be clean. No clothes on the floor, no Amazon boxes just lying around....hell, it even looks like he vacuums.
But he doesn't have long to gloat, because he feels a finger tip press against his nose ever so slightly. It's a funny couple of seconds, with Crow's eyes widening like a deer's, going crossed for just a second as he tries to process what just happened.
Rean...that was adorable. It practically warms his heart with how cute that was.
Give him a minute. He's just gotta stand up and walk towards the kitchen, pulling out the recipe card that he was storing. It's hardly audible, so to Rean it may sound a bit like jibberish, but--]
I swear, you're gonna be such a heartbreaker with the ladies.
[Then back to normal volume.]
Here it is! Classic Chocolate Chip. That's what we're goin' for.
[Rean looks down at the card the moment he gets it, starting to scan through the steps. When Crow mentions adjustments, he peers up over the top of it with a wry little smile.]
No, we don't have to, but how about we get the basics down before we start experimenting? I'm not exactly a master baker myself, and with the master of the ooze cookie here, I'm not sure we should leave too much to chance.
[The card is pretty standard chocolate chip cookie, meant to be idiot-proof for even the most troublesome bakers. Maybe this will be the one that breaks the Armbrust curse...
Crow can't help but smile guiltily.]
Touché.
Alright, oven's all set, so now we just gotta actually put everything together. What's step 1, my loyal assistant?
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His night classes didn't start til 8pm, so it was plenty of time to (try and) make cookies. They were the easiest baked good recipe to do, so it makes sense that that's the one they'd try first.
This year, ooze cookie will not be making a comeback.
...But just in case, Crow bought a jumbo box of Rice Krispies and some marshmallows. Should cookies turn out to be a total bust, any idiot with half a brain can make Rice Krispy Treats and doll them up nicely.
He'd texted Rean his address a little while ago, telling him to pop on over whenever. It wasn't too far from Rean's dorm, he remembers, so he'll just idly clean up the area around the couch.
He has a guest coming over after school, mom!!!]
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Crow had told him to come over whenever, but Rean is ever himself, and as such let Crow know when his classes let out and that he'd be heading over after he dropped his things off back at his dorm. And true to his word, less than an hour after his classes let out, there's a beep at Crow's intercom.
Rean stands at the door, stuffing his hands into his pockets and tapping the tip of one foot against the pavement as he waits for either the door to the building to unlock or for Crow to say something from the other end.]
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Grabbing a barrette he'd gotten from the arcade as a prize, he quickly clips up his hair, pressing the button on the intercom.]
Just a sec!
[The door was through the living room, so Crow leaves his kitchen unattended as he half-jogs through the room and over to the door, opening it up and holding it open so Rean doesn't have to wait out in the cold.]
Hey, you made it! And I didn't even have to be your GPS.
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Yeah, turns out I have one of those built in to my phone. The wonders of modern technology, old man.
[A bit of a teasing jab in return, before he pauses and turns his gaze on Crow.
He looks different with his hair pinned up. Not bad at all, actually, maybe even an improvement over that stupid bandana. But—
Hang on. Wait a second.]
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Y-your hair...!
[It was definitely not white the last time Rean saw him!]
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[Crow's just playing up the act now, making sure Rean's completely inside before he shuts the door behind him.
At least he's taking the teasing in stride, smile as constant as ever on his face.]
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Oh...
OH! His hair was tied up and he'd only just gotten used to it himself...he forgot that it'd probably look weird on first sight.]
You noticed!
[OF COURSE HE NOTICED, DUMBASS!]
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[COME ON, CROW. ...Although, it did take him a bit longer than maybe it should have, whoops.]
When did that happen?
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About a day or so ago? I kinda woke up with it...
Heh, man, if only you could've heard me that morning. I'm sure my neighbors did.
[Understandably. There's nothing quite like looking in the bathroom mirror and seeing a snow covered scalp.]
So, what do you think?
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[Understandably, indeed! Still, after being asked what he thinks, he studies Crow for a moment.]
I have to say, though, you do manage to make it work.
[A beat, and then the hints of a smile tugging at Rean's lips.]
Guess all your "old man" jokes finally caught up to you, huh? And what was that about seeing who went grey first...?
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A bonus.
Rean's comment about him being an old man causes bright laughter to erupt, his hand reaching over to ruffle that mess of black hair.]
You wanna know somethin'? That was the first thing I thought of after I reacted to my hair. Just...
'I went grey before Rean!"
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Ahaha. Good thing we never placed bets on it, right?
[Rean sighs a little, but it's more cheerful than anything, just regaining his bearings.]
Well... I can't say it won't take some getting used to, but it's not a bad change. [It's not like Rean had gotten too used to the black hair, anyway. And either way, it's still Crow's smiling face.] But hey, we had a mission, didn't we?
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I swear, Lady Luck hasn't called me once since you showed up. You're not hogging her, are ya?
[But he'll let his hand be free of those locks as he tilts his head to follow him.]
Thanks. I would've accepted it either way but knowing you guys like it kinda helps, you know?
But enough of the mushy talk. We got a mission to make some cookies. And if that fails...well--
Rice Krispies it is.
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[He can tease right back, even if Crow's throwing him off. He's not that badly thrown, after all.]
Well, I'm glad to help, in that case. It's gotta be pretty weird waking up with part of yourself just so... different.
[But yes. Operation: Bakeageddon is a go!]
Ha... well. Let's see if we can't challenge ourselves and pull off both successfully. Think you can manage that level of self-control?
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[Not that Crow looks upset with it.]
Both, huh. MMMmm it'd be a challenge, but I'm game if you are. Can't promise the self-control on both, though. Rice Krispies are just beggin' for chocolate chip rain.
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[A cheeky little grin.]
Wouldn't have offered it if I weren't game for it. And... well. You only really need to master self-control for the baking portion, right? So I guess should you slip up during the Rice Krispies preparation, I could let it slide...
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[Crow'll walk him through the apartment, which isn't exactly the smallest that life has to offer, but reasonably snug. The door way automatically leads to the couch and TV area, the coffee table sitting right in front of it with a nice rug underneath. from there, it's just an open entrance to the kitchen, which has an oven, a sink, a counter top, microwave, the works.
Not too big, not too small. Set on the counter are the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies on one side, and on the other a jumbo box of rice krispies and a bag of marshmallows.]
Not a bad spread, I'd say.
[But his comment catches him, smirk spreading.]
Oh...such generosity from Rean Schwarzer! I may faint!
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[Rean's glancing around as they go. Sure, it's not the biggest place in the world, but it is cozy – it's a home, which is more than Rean can say for his dorm room even with his attempts to personalize the place.]
Not in the slightest. You have a pretty nice place, here.
[There's no point in hiding that from Crow, anyway. But he's stopped in his tracks by Crow's snarky little retort, his own slightly mystified smile giving way to a smirk.]
Haha, but what will I do then? I'm not the one training to be an EMT!
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Yeah? I didn't do too bad at the interior design? [The one part of it he did by himself, he had to admit.]
..
[But he smirks at the rebuttal, leaning in closer.]
Don't go asking the faint victim, Rean! They won't give you an answer~!
[He'll just go preheat that oven now--they can start mixing the ingredients whenever.]
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[And to Crow's leaning in closer to tease him, Rean responds in the most eloquent and mature way possible...
By reaching up to boop Crow's nose.]
Well, then. Guess you're just gonna have to try not to faint, 'cause I'll be no help.
[He wanders over to the ingredients.]
So, what recipe are we using?
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[He likes to think he's a step above 'college student', and despite his slackadaiscial attitude, the place does seem to be clean. No clothes on the floor, no Amazon boxes just lying around....hell, it even looks like he vacuums.
But he doesn't have long to gloat, because he feels a finger tip press against his nose ever so slightly. It's a funny couple of seconds, with Crow's eyes widening like a deer's, going crossed for just a second as he tries to process what just happened.
Rean...that was adorable. It practically warms his heart with how cute that was.
Give him a minute. He's just gotta stand up and walk towards the kitchen, pulling out the recipe card that he was storing. It's hardly audible, so to Rean it may sound a bit like jibberish, but--]
I swear, you're gonna be such a heartbreaker with the ladies.
[Then back to normal volume.]
Here it is! Classic Chocolate Chip. That's what we're goin' for.
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...and, well. The wide-eyed look is kind of cute on him, too. But it's not like he'll ever say it aloud.
Crow's muttering is indeed lost on Rean, and he glances over with a confused look.]
What's that you're going on about over there...?
[Crow being weird again, probably, so back to baking.]
Ah, nice. Mind if I give it a once-over before we get going, here?
[He holds out his hand to take the recipe card.]
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But he'll hand over that recipe card willingly, moving over to start preheating the oven.]
Lemme know if you wanna make any adjustments, yeah?
Just cause we're playing by the rules doesn't mean we have to follow ALL of them.
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No, we don't have to, but how about we get the basics down before we start experimenting? I'm not exactly a master baker myself, and with the master of the ooze cookie here, I'm not sure we should leave too much to chance.
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Crow can't help but smile guiltily.]
Touché.
Alright, oven's all set, so now we just gotta actually put everything together. What's step 1, my loyal assistant?
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