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[adistraction]

[ cravings are a thing that cannot and should not be ignored.

This is what had led Hunter into getting up at the ass crack of dawn and going to the grocery store to buy chicken and vegetables.

He can be found in Jaspers kitchen either transferring grilled chicken into a baking dish or mixing up the Honey/Sriracha/Garlic marinade to pour over the top. Rice is in the rice cooker, too.

Or, you can find him flipping through a dessert cookbook while he’s waiting for it to cool. He wants something sweet, too, but he absolutely cannot do the things in this book. At all. Hopeless. ]

_{…you are my spirit animal…you’re my totem of love…you are the child of the moon…} Ew…no orange marmalade… _{you are the ruler of the sun…}

[ he closes that recipe book and grabs another that’s basically all chocolate. ]

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[inkspot]

[ baein doesn't really sleep all that deeply if he's on his own, and tonight he's curled up in a corner in the living room to quietly watch something random on a phone (is it his? who knows), though he's dozed off halfway through and is only roused by the scent of food in the air.

case in point, he carefully shuffles through the hall to the kitchen to peer around the corner for whoever is there. ]

...Hunter?

[adistraction]

[ Hunter doesn’t need to look to know who’s there. Everyone’s little energy signature has been memorized by now and—-well…voices, too. Cause he is normal sometimes. ]

Yep. Hey, do you like chocolate pancakes?

[inkspot]

[ he slowly moves further into the kitchen, rubbing his fingers against his eyes. he's still sleepy, but his interest is peaked! ]

Pancakes can have chocolate?

[faeshim]

[it's so early that even baba is still asleep, and she knows that he would expect her to be too. but she's not. she's awake, currently enjoying the taste of her own fist as she stares into the darkness at all the things that others may or may not be able to see.

until she hears someone in the kitchen, and she kicks her feet as she makes a soft gurgling sound. but it doesn't wake baba or papa, and no one comes to get her either-

it's okay. they should rest. they have long days of doing things that she doesn't understand inbetween things that she enjoys. like feedings and baths and clean diapers. she can do this! she is wingless but she can still fly! and so she rises from her soft basket bed, floating while kicking her little feet until she finds the kitchen, its warm light and nice smells that remind her of her tummy. and oh! her uncle hunter! she floats over, lingering behind his shoulder and silently willing him to notice her.]

[adistraction]

Pancakes I think…yeah…those are easy.

[ tapping the cookbook with a finger, he lets it close when he feels her. But…no one else. That’s weird.

Until he looks over his shoulder - that should be weirder but it’s not. Somehow. The smile is immediate and he turns, reaching to draw her in against him - safe and not floaty. ]

Are they still sleeping?

[faeshim]

[her language is creaks and coos, and hard to get out sometimes. but uncle hunter seems to understand her anyway, even better than baba. she likes that - and him. 'unconditional' is not a word that she will learn or even hear for some time, but she already knows what it means from the feeling that she gets from him.

yes, they're asleep now. no, she is not tired. and can she have some of what's in the cooker over there?]

[adistraction]

[ vibrations, energy, mood are much easier to understand than words sometimes anyway. And Hunter has been in touch with this little creature long before she opened her eyes. She may not remember any of that or even be aware of it but that’s okay.

He noses her cheek and smiles. ]

Hungry, hm? I was going to make pancakes but if you want some sweet rice instead I can make that? It’s one of my favorites and I don’t make it enough honestly.

[ Carrying her to the fridge he grabs a stick of butter, a can of cream and the sugar jar. ]

Don’t tell papa, though, okay? Cause it’s really sweet and you’ll be bouncing everywhere if you have it.

[faeshim]

[she has daeshim's eyes - bright and curious, and they watch everything that hunter is doing and taking out of the fridge. butter, cream, sugar - her fae blood instinctually knows what all of these things are, and craves them.

she makes her own version of the homer simpson drooling sound, and slobbers onto her chin. sweeeeet.

it'll be their little secret ♥]

+ 1 inky shroom

[adistraction]

[ he peeks over at Mushy (and if you think he has no already started calling you that, you are wrong Mushy). ]

Yep. And they’re delicious. I’m going to make sweet rice for Lavy, though. Is that okay?

[ Hunter pauses to smirk at Lavender and the drool on her chin. ]

You’re a cute little menace. I love you.

Re: + 1 inky shroom

[inkspot]

O-of course... why are you asking me if it is okay?

[ baein draws further in to join them both, smiling quietly at the child, wiggling his fingers in a greeting for her. ]

Hi, Lavender.

[faeshim]

[mushy mushy mushy! lavender is still trying to master her own body, but she tries her best to give hunter a smile, and then turns her head to share it with bae too. her baba told her about him while she was still in his belly, all the baes really, but how this one was practically a big brother to her.

it's by accident that her hands connect in a clap. and for the next for moments, she's awed and distracted at how she can do it again and again.]

[adistraction]

Because I want to make sure you would want to eat it, too. If not, I can make you something else.

[ Hunter melts a little with that smile but it warms when she starts clapping. And clapping. And— he chuckles and kisses her cheek before moving over to Mushy. ]

Here, play with Mushy while I get the secret going.

[inkspot]

Oh...

[ the fae flushes slightly. he's not sure he'll ever get used to other people fussing over him when all he's known his entire life is the opposite. but... he likes it. it's like wrapping himself up in something warm and cozy. that, and dessert food has quickly become his favorite thing.

when lavender claps, baein almost startles before he watches with wide eyes, mouth curling into an uncertain smile that quickly morphs into a delighted one he can't hold back when lavender laughs and giggles at her own hands. the child is adorable, and her awe is contagious, even for a mushroom fae.

he fumbles a little as he suddenly has the baby in his arms, but he secures his hold on her quickly, making sure she's safe. ]

I like panckakes...! Ah— [ his voice quiets and ducks his head. ] And chocolate.

[faeshim]

[clap, mushy, clap! she buzzes her lips at him, because he surely wants to hear all the hot nursery gossip. the invisible feathered snake things in the high corners of her room have told her about a wolf baby. a wolf! like her papa! isn't that fascinating, mushy??

she turns her head to look at hunter again as he works. well, isn't it?? wolf baby!]

[sungki]

[he's used to this by now. waking up, finding the other side of the bed empty, maybe even waking up because the other side of the bed is empty. hunter's brain is truly a mysterious thing, but he accept that.

he's still yawning heavily as he enters the kitchen. sungki intercepts the book, flipping a few pages before pointing at something.]

That.

[adistraction]

[ the yawn draws his attention from the book and he watches Sungki make his way over; he doesn’t look away from his face though until he points at a recipe.

Good luck on that one. But he can try.

After…

…drawing the sleepy fae in against him and peppers the side of his neck and jaw with a few kisses. ]

Morning. By the way, you’re still naked.

[sungki]

Yep.

[sungki leans against him, unconcerned. he could almost fall asleep again right then and there, but a certain aroma has him lifting his head again.]

Did you make chicken?

[adistraction]

Mhm. With a honey sriracha glaze.

[ he reaches up to draw him back in for a kiss before his attention fully floats away. ]

It’s in the oven. Rice is cooking. I’m just waiting for the vegetables to get soft.

[sungki]

[it works for a couple of minutes. sungki kisses him and loses track of his senses, unaware of where they are or what time it is. nothing exists but the warmth of hunter's body.

but it can't last forever. the fae finally draws his head back, brows knitted together.]

At five in the morning.

[adistraction]

…at five in the morning. Yep.

[ he nods slowly and chews on his bottom lip. ]

I woke up and it sounded good.

[sungki]

[the fae stares at him for a moment longer before shrugging.]

Yeah, I could eat. [chicken in any form is his favorite.] I like my rice a little crunchy.

[he'll just fix himself a plate if that's okay.]

[adistraction]

[ well, he was making it for later but… he smirks fondly at sungki and nods…

And maybe his eyes linger a little too long on his leggies. ]

You’re cute, you know that?

[sungki]

[it's literally a 'you snooze, you lose' situation. sungki spears himself some chicken from the oven before sitting down at the table. jasper can probably...windex those chairs or something.]

Cute is an understatement. [he smirks and winks at his boyfriend.] Now what really woke you up?

[adistraction]

True. You’re disgustingly beautiful.

[ well, he would if he knew about it.

But he doesn’t so…apologies to whomever sits in it next.

He decides to just take it out of the oven completely and sets it on the counter to make himself a small plate. ]

Nothing in particular. I just…woke up…and I saw you drooling on your pillow and realized how happy I am. Then I couldn’t go back to sleep…

[ he brings over a small serving of the crispy part of the rice to Sungki. ]

And then I had a craving for chicken.

[sungki]

[sungki makes an approving sound after his first bite of the chicken. if he hadn't already agreed to the whole marriage and children thing with hunter, this chicken dish might've sealed the deal.]

Afraid you were dreaming, huh? [he teases, stretching out his leg. but then he looks at him a little more seriously.] Is there anything that would make you happier?