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treehousegang2023-04-21 05:05 pm
adistraction) wrote in treehousegang2023-04-21 05:05 pm
[Sunter House] - Open // Pickles?
Sometimes all it takes is the craving for something sour and one random video on social media to cause someone to return home with bags of veggies, a gallon of vinegar, and a box of canning jars.
That’s all this took.
He ran to jars through the dishwasher and was cutting up various vegetables, sliding them into piles.
He had a basic plan. But it was basic only to start.
While the jars were cleaning and he had finished cutting up vegetables he has looked up some other recipes….some were interesting. But it was fine! It was going to be fine.
Salt and sugar was measured for each jar and tossed in.
“Hey….you want a mixture of veggies in each jar or separate you think?” He asks out loud, “I was thinking regular, spicy, and some of those like…kool-aid…things.”
It could be Sungki, could be Baein, could be…any of them, really.
That’s all this took.
He ran to jars through the dishwasher and was cutting up various vegetables, sliding them into piles.
He had a basic plan. But it was basic only to start.
While the jars were cleaning and he had finished cutting up vegetables he has looked up some other recipes….some were interesting. But it was fine! It was going to be fine.
Salt and sugar was measured for each jar and tossed in.
“Hey….you want a mixture of veggies in each jar or separate you think?” He asks out loud, “I was thinking regular, spicy, and some of those like…kool-aid…things.”
It could be Sungki, could be Baein, could be…any of them, really.
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She finds him in the first place that she looks - the kitchen. It seems to be a favorite spot for many of them. The child floats up onto a stool so that she can be chin level with the counter and watch.
The smell of vinegar is strong, making her smack her lips.
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He leans against the counter and softens a little, “You hungry?”
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Baba made her a nice lunch of peanut butter and jelly bites, mashed potatoes with shredded cheese, and a sweet and creamy corn soup. She shows all of this to Hunter, not just of the meal itself, but of Baba's love and attention in making it.
But of course she's hungry.
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It’s a funny little mish-mash of a lunch but all of it looked delicious and in combination with Daeshim—-Hunter kind of puddles against the counter before he hums and starts to add one of the veggies into each jar, then moves onto the next.
“Is Baba eating?” He only asks because he knows some of the little habits the fae has adopted. All of which he disapproves of.
Daeshim…come over, he looks out the kitchen window for a moment and then goes back to adding and mixing veggies.
“What kind of snack do you want, Lavybug?”
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The sound is almost a growl, because let her tell you something, Uncle! Baba ate some of the mashed potatoes and some of the soup. And then he picked up a cupcake - and put it back! Which is madness as far as she's concerned. She doesn't approve.
She thinks on it for a moment, and then shows him an orange, sectioned but not peeled. And beside it, a little cup of strawberry ice cream. Yes, that should do for a proper snack.
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Then he calmly wanders back over and searches the freezer, there’s a small carton of strawberry ice cream that he pulls out and opens in front of her, “Let it soften for a few minutes…” and her grabs an orange, a knife and a plate and sets them to the side for when the purple fae decides to join them which better be soon or else he will be going to that treehouse to retrieve him.
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And Daeshim, he's heard both calls, but the physical one seems most urgent. So he stops what he's doing to hurry over.
"Hunter! Is there trouble with my little oak? Or Sungki?"
Cut up some rags and boil some water, he's ready.
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He continues putting vegetables into jars, “I heard from a little bug that you…aren’t eating…properly.”
Hunter pauses to look at Daeshim seriously, “What’s this about…putting a cupcake back?”
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"Not eating properly?" He seems genuinely confused for a moment. He has been eating his meals! But then the cupcake incident comes to light and - oh.
"I just...thought that perhaps my eating habits weren't setting a good example."
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Frowning, he brushes his thumbs against the fae’s cheeks, “You eat what you want. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he takes a breath, “besides, you’ll need the energy doing those…spring…fae…things.”
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Daeshim draws in a breath and holds it for a moment. How he wishes that Lennon could be healed, in more ways than one. He glances down for a moment before looking up again.
"...It's true, there is a lot of work that needs to be done! A cupcake break should be necessary, I would think!"
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“I don’t care if you have to come over here to be comfortable eating everything you want. You are not going to adapt his habits when it comes to food,” he looks pointedly at Lavender, “and neither are you. You can eat your ice cream now.”
He finally moves away to finish up his pickle making, satisfied that he was heard, because he knows he was. And he feels his insides calm again.
“Be fae. Eat your cupcakes and do all the things humans find odd. This is your home.” He means the Ruinwood…but maybe he means other things, too. “This includes being naked if you want to be naked.”
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And as for Lavender...well, ok, time to strip and press her hands right into the ice cream, like handprints in wet cement before she fists some and brings it to her mouth. Such wildness barely gets a glance from Daeshim.
"My darling, don't forget about your orange.'
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He watches her fondly for a moment and starts adding different seasonings to the different jars of pickles.
“There are a few cream puffs in the fridge if you want one, Dae…just save one for Sungki or he’ll burn down the house,” The look he gives the fae is clearly: Eat the cream puff.
But he calmly goes back to putting lids on the jars and tipping them back and forth to fully mix the mixtures up.
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And of course, Sungki has to make his appearance, pausing in the kitchen doorway at the sight of Hunter and Daeshim's back. He'll come back later. But when he spots what the child is doing, he steps up beside her and quickly grabs himself a handful of strawberry ice cream.
He smirks, and winks at her as he takes a lick of it, before turning to leave.
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“Mm, put the red lid on that one. It’s the spicy one,” he holds out the lid and motions to the jar that’s also tinted red from the spices inside.
Don’t think he doesn’t know you’re there Sungki.
“If you get that on our bed, I’ll kill you,” he sing-songs without even looking over his shoulder. He starts putting a jar into the fridge and pulls out the container of cream puffs so he can make room.
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Go on, tell him that he's wrong. Lavender giggles, not because she understands, but because it's fun having an adult join her in her shenanigans.
Daeshim tightens the lid on the jar before considering the spicy contents.
"I should grow more peppers this year."
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And he can’t argue.
“That was fun,” he agrees, “when that last inch is accessible we should do it again.”
He smiles at the mention of peppers and kisses the top of Daeshims head, “Eat the cream puff now. But yes, please, peppers. All of them.”
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Sungki corrects with a roll of his eyes, because fuck if he isn't getting bigger ever day. He's almost vicious in the way he finishes his fistful of ice cream.
And Daeshim is definitely going for his cream puff now. And maybe just a bit of the pasta salad and deviled eggs that he also finds in the fridge.
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…the way its drippy on his fingers…
Help yourself to everything you want, Daeshim…Lavender…
Uncle Hunter is distracted.
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And "Kiki" is pretty oblivious to it all, at least until the weight of Hunter's gaze is too heavy and he looks his way. And yes, he knows that look. He knows it quite well.
"I'm all sticky. Time for a shower."
Is that an invitation or actual necessity? Who can tell.
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Whether it was an invitation or not there were uh…safety…measures..that were in place. Even if he just made those up right this moment.
Hunter puts the last jar into the fridge and wipes his hands off, “I’ll make sure…” he glances at Lavender, “he doesn’t…slip or something…you know…safety for your half babies…I’ll be back…” and then he scuttles after Sungki because please.
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"You are too young to understand. But someday, you may feel this way about someone."
He kisses the top of her head, even as the dishes on the table rattle a little with her brief attempt at freeing herself.
But oh, she really does love the creamy tangy center of a deviled egg...
Sungki snorts, half undressed when Hunter follows him into the bathroom.
"You're living dangerously."
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But when he makes it to the bathroom, the door is immediately locked. Funnily enough, one might think his goal is sex - it’s not. It would be nice but given the way things…have progressed it just doesn’t…work the way it used to. (He’ll be very happy when things are closer to normal again.)
“You started it,” he mutters on his way to kiss the hell out of this damned gremlin, “one day she’s going to snap and turn me into one of those stone angels outside of a church.”
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"When she comes into her full power, you're a dead man."
Though he doubts it. It's obvious that Lavender also loves Hunter.
She just thinks he's naughty.
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He starts to pout as he’s held from the kiss, but when Sungki kisses him, his insides start to simmer again.
“Mm…” he hums softly, “your hand is still sticky.”
At least it isn’t as cold as it could be.
“You’re my favorite, you know that?” He takes a breath, “Sexiest, most wonderful pain in my ass…don’t get bored of me, okay?”
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He smirks, knowing that his meaning is clear. What do you mean, he's the mischievous one here?
"Are you staying, or do our...guests need you to entertain them?"
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