stared out at the trees and the grey sky with a sense of almost contented melancholy. This time of year always brought back memories of the_

past, both good and bad. He sighed quietly, his breath forming puffs of steam in the air. The forecast had called for rain, but he secretly_

hoped it would snow instead; the snow always made everything look more cheerful; at least at first.

... throws a water balloon at him from behind a tree.

jumped in surprise as the cold water from the balloon exploded, seeping through his sweater. He scowled in the general direction that it_

had come from, though he had a sinking feeling of where it had been. He grabbed his coffee and a yule goat he had been working on and_

stormed in to the house, locking the door behind himself.

laughs a bit before pelting the house with some more water balloons.

changed out of the sweater and hung it to dry in the bathroom over a heater-vent. He wasn't bothered with the balloons hitting his house,_

and even opened a window just a crack to let out the smell of a cake he was baking waft out to the assailant.

was about to throw another balloon, but the scent of the cake got to him.He instantly ran to the house, climbing through the window. "Cake?"

snickered to himself, and gave a dirty look to Soren. "'T least take off y'r shoes 'n th' house..." He'd just cleaned the floors, and the_

last thing he wanted was mud being tracked around by the Dane. Telling him to get out would have been useless, and he didn't particularly_

mind having him there, not that he'd say so openly. "'S not done y't."

pouts and takes off his shoes. "Why's it not done yet?"

"Needs t' cook fully." He said plainly, sitting at the table and glancing at the clock before returning to work on the goat. Only five more_

minutes until he could take it out.

goes over to the oven and crouches in front of it. He loved baked goods...

watched him through the corners of his eyes with mild amusement. He threw a piece of straw in to Soren's hair and quickly resumed working_

on the goat as though he'd done nothing.

makes a sound and brushes it out. "What was that for?"

"Hm?" He glanced up with an 'innocent' frown.

calls bullshit. The Swede never had an innocent frown. Or an innocent anything. He wasn't innocent.

feigned innocent oblivion as he glanced at the clock and stuffed a few straws in to the goat.

rolls his eyes. He just went back to paying attention to the cake... He kind of missed being around the Swede, sadly enough...

waited until he was focused on the cake before throwing another piece of straw at him.

makes another sound and looks over to him, huffing. "Stop bein' an idiot."

smirked as he glanced at the clock. "Eh?" He set the goat down and stood up to take the cake out.

smiles and jumps up, watching him. He couldn't wait to have some~

rolled his eyes grabbed the oven mitts. He pulled two round chocolate cakes from the oven and set them on the top burners. He turned off the

oven and eyed them. They smelled really good... and he knew he should wait to let them cool, but he was tempted to stick them in the freezer

just to make it go faster...

goes to try and pick at some of the cake... He wanted it now.

swatted his hand away with a frown. "Wait."

yelps and pouts. "Whhhyyyyyyyyyy?"

"'S too hot." He took out a couple of plates and began flipping one of the cakes on to it.

siiiighs. "S'not too hot..." He just stared at the cake.

flipped the other cake, staring at the steam that rose off of it. He carried the two plates to the freezer and slid them in. It took all_

of his restraint to skip frosting them together and just smear frosting on it and eat it immediately... Soren wasn't exactly helping... he _

busied himself with cleaning up the pans in the sink.

watches him intently as he walked around. Then he just stared at the freezer. Soon...

pulled out the ingredients to make frosting with, purposely moving as slowly as possible.

pokes his back. "Go faster."

moves even slower.

pinches his side.

snickered, and practically stopped moving all-together.

... pushes him out of the way to do it himself. If he was going to be like that, then fine.

shoved Soren away while laughing quietly. He grabbed a mixing bowl and started making the frosting, still amused by his impatience.

smirks faintly and shoves him back out of the way, taking control again. He could make frosting better than the other any day.

rolled his eyes, and grabbed the bowl off of the counter, holding it away from Soren.

leans over to try and grab it from him.

ducks out of the way, holding the half mixed concoction to his chest.

huffs and keeps trying to take it.

laughs as he continues to dodge away. The frosting would never get finished at this rate, but it was too amusing to taunt Soren.

... missed hearing him laugh. He just smiled and grabbed the bowl, trying to pull it away.

held tightly, trying to tug it back. He refused to yield!

... puts his hand in it and throws some at him.

scowls as he let go with one hand to wipe the chocolatey mess from his cheek. He grabbed some of it from the bowl and shoved it in to his_

hair with a snicker.

yells out a bit and huffs. But then he grabs some again and smothers it in his face.

sputters as the unsweetened cocoa got in his mouth, and covered his glasses. He reached up to wipe it from his glasses, though with a dirty_

hand he did little more than smear it so that he could vaguely see through it. "Real mat're..."

smirks. "Ye started it~"

huffed indignantly. "Did not."

nods and licks his fingers. "Mhmm~"

rolled his eyes and tried to pull the bowl back. "It'll nev'r get done now."

shrugs and lets him have it, sucking on his fingers some more. "Ah well. I had fun."

scoffed and went about salvaging what he could.

goes to sit on the counter, watching him more. He hummed happily as he watched him.

finished the frosting quickly, then went to the sink to clean off his glasses and wipe his face on a rag. He had a feeling he had more_

frosting on him than in the bowl.

thinks how the other is finally sweet. In a lame and creative way.

doesn't see the need to be sweet, unless Soren had secretly become a cannibal without warning anyone.

wasn't as much one anymore... besides, he didn't like the taste of Swede.

is thankful for that. Once satisfied that the frosting was off his face he went to the freezer and pulled out the cakes. He had a feeling_

they would still be a bit warm, but he was beyond caring.

wiggles a bit and watched him still. He looked around a bit afterwards, getting impatient.

moved even slower than before as he plopped a large glob of frosting on to one of the cakes that would be the bottom layer.

hops off the counter and steals some more icing. Then he spied over the others shoulder.

spread the icing painfully slow. He was impatient for it himself, but teasing the Dane made it worth it.

starts to play around with things around him.

tries not to get frustrated by that and works a bit faster to frost the cake, not wanting his house to end up in shambles.

hums as he made more of a mess... if this helped the other hurry up, then he would have fun doing it.

quickly put on the second cake and finished frosting it. He cast a scowl in Soren's general direction.

blinks over to him. "Is it ready?"

grabbed a knife from the counter and cut in to it. He shrugged in response as he grabbed a plate for it.

runs over and tries to grab the spice of cake.

waves the knife at Soren, guarding the cake in a slightly joking manner.