badfic_manor | ▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]

[Cabin fever was a dangerous thing. Especially when it came to a certain Canadian. Since the announcement of B's arrest and capture, Wallace decided that hey, it was time to celebrate. All this doom and gloom needed shifting, and nothing broke the ice like a little bit of filthy humour. So he'd buried himself in the kitchen, (avoiding the dishwasher at all costs -- nngh corpses), and started baking. There was a batch of cookies already in the oven, but there was something.. a little off about the shaping and decorations of the already completed batch. The pilot for what he was about to do. Appearing on the network he grinned, not that outright annoying kind no one wants to see at a time like this, but it was assuring.]

Hey. We need some downtime and I've got just the idea. [Picking up a cookie, it's shape is ambiguous before it comes into focus. It's a boob biscuit, complete with icing and chocolate chip nipples. Because hey, to the general public boobs are more acceptable than peens, lord knows why.] I've got jugs, junk or butts, whatever floats your boat guys. Ya wann'em, they're in the kitchen with me.

Oh! and I've got a batch cooking now if you wanna decorate your own.

[He turns off the feed, content his job was done and turns to the iPod dock he'd dragged in from his room. Inappropriate music ahoy.]m

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[He couldn't help but laugh (and then imminently choke) on the light shower of flour. It was an interesting sight to see someone as 'proper' as Lucy just let go so quickly. Repression did funny things to people like that.]

I'll have-- to watch myself huh?

[With that he scooped up a baking tray for a shield and grabbed a wad of cookie dough. Licking his lips he then sent it flying towards he general direction. He didn't care if it hit her, it was just so that she could have some fun for a while.]

[Lucy was quicker this time and grabbed a nearby spatula quick as a flash to deflect the wad of cookie dough and send it flying back.

As the dough splattered she descended into a fit of giggles like a school girl. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed like this.]

Is that the best you can do?

[Puffing out his chest in a comical manner he then takes mock offence, mostly to distract her from the egg he was reaching for. Spatula or not, he was going to make it count. She must have played Badminton a lot, or whatever posh people played involving racquets.]

Hah. I'll have you know I have the most notably bad over-arm. I was merely testing you.

[With that he hurtles the egg towards her, aiming not for her face but her general torso area, hoping it was quick enough to do something.]

[Lucy squeals as the egg hits her and cracks, covering her in slimey goop.

In retaliation she takes a fistfull of butter and rolls it into a large ball before hurling it at him]

Ever heard of fast food?

▓ Martini 11 ▓ // (forward dated after B's capture) There are worse things, perverse things // [vid]

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