paixaorpg | Cookies for Laharl [Active]

Character(s): Laharl and Kairi
Content: Kairi brings Laharl cookies!
Setting: Actua Are near Central Station/Cid's Shop
Time: Early evening
Warnings: Again, it's Kairi.

Well, that had been a rather strange conversation. He wasn't sure what to make of it exactly, but he was getting cookies out of it, so he wasn't complaining or anything. It was funny he'd never picked up Kairi's name. At least, he couldn't remember ever hearing it. If he had it had long since slipped his mind, although he did recall calling her a Love Freak at some point. He didn't think he was still far from the mark. Nothing like Flonne, of course, but still...

The Overlord was perched on the front steps of the hotel, just beneath the porch overhang. He was glad for the storms. The rain and thunder suited his mood perfectly. Flonne was off baking a cake or whatever she'd ended up doing, while Etna was hopefully keeping an eye on her. Meanwhile, he was here, pretending to not be moping.

It's not that he didn't feel guilty. He knew he did. It was gnawing at him, deep down. It wasn't as easy to brush away as it once had. Laharl didn't like hurting her, but... he felt like it was for the best. If he wasn't so close to her he shouldn't feel as bad if she went and vanished again, right? Not to mention it would hopefully make her less a target. At least, that's what he hoped for.

Still, he felt bad that he was just sitting here, instead of keeping an eye on her, but he was sure Etna would let him know if something happened. ...Right?

Ergh, if this was the right decision, why was it making him feel so crappy? Laharl had no idea.

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Kairi was more than pleased that she could do something for the demon. After all, it was as she said: she did have some making up to him to do after that stray message board comment exploded so long ago. Yes, she still remembered it; no doubt he did too, even if he'd never admit to it. So after her conversation with him she went right to baking, cheerfully whistling a tune.

When she finished, she wrote a quick note and left it out for Riku and Sora, explaining that she was off visiting another friend of hers, and left some extra sugar cookies covered on the table besides it for them.

Grabbing a dark crimson cloak to shield her from the storm outside, and a basket to protect her freshly made cookies, she made it out to the nearby train station and caught her ride over to the Actua Are.

And at long last, she finds herself heading nearby, catching sight of only one person sitting outside. Well, that must be him, right? They'd never actually met face to face, she realizes.

"Laharl?" she asks, stepping closer.

"Uh?" The demon boy's head snapped up at the voice, having gotten lost in his thoughts.

Though he'd never met Kairi face to face, he did faintly recognize her face from the journals, and more so her voice. They'd spoken at least a few times over the, ugh, year he'd been here.

"Yeah. That's me," he replied, straightening a bit as he looked up at her. "Kairi, right?" he added, testing if he was pronouncing it right.

So, she really had baked him cookies then? Huh. That was pretty quick. Well, all things considering anyways. Ugh, he was getting more patient lately too, wasn't he? Waiting ten minutes for food once wouldn't have been good enough. Dammit. When had this happened?!

"Yes, that's right!" she says with a smile, more confidently approaching him now that she knew she had the right person.

"So, I baked you sugar cookies, since I figured... you can't really go wrong with them, right?" She chuckles softly. "And I promise, there's no poison in them."

"Sugar cookies, huh?" he responded, eying her basket. He couldn't say he'd had 'sugar' cookies before, but as long as they were stupidly sweet, he'd eat them. (Though, the very name did sound like something Etna would eat.)

"It's not poison in them I'm worried about," Laharl added, as he rose to his feet. Clearly Kairi had never had any cooking that was so bad it might as well have been poison, or she wouldn't be saying that.

She's about to say something in reply to the "poison" comment, but then he stands and her comment dies before it makes it into the open. Well. He's short. She'd had so many conversations with the demon over her time in Paixao that she always just... pictured him taller. The big demon overlord always acting so tough!

No wonder.

Unfortunately for him, Kairi wasn't about to help his act. The hair! The scarf! The ears and eyes! She couldn't help herself, he was simply adorable! So, without even thinking of personal boundaries or what he could do to her, she reaches out and pats a hand into his hair. "You're so cute!" She prods gently at an antennae.

He had to admit, even he hadn't seen that one coming. Not that he was surprised, as such, but still. Laharl hadn't expected it from her. Interestingly, this was the first time someone had ever commented about him being 'cute' to his actual face. Oh, he'd heard it plenty of times on the journals, but not face to face.

Laharl's expression was a little surprised and a lot exasperated as he felt his head being patted and his hair touched.

"No. I'm not 'cute'," Laharl replied, almost deadpan, as exasperation shifted to a half lidded glare. Lifting a hand, he attempted to swat away the hand assaulting his hair.

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"O-oh! Sorry!" She reacts immediately, drawing back sharply, at least appearing slightly embarrassed, but she likely wasn't effected by his glare as she should be. "Of course you're not."

He was the perfect show of a demon overlord. Still, she hasn't quite learned any better, and noticing a piece of hair straying up from her handiwork, she reaches out her hand lightning-quick to pat it back down.

Then she smiles even wider than before. "They're still warm," she says, holding up the basket.

Laharl still faintly glared at her comment as she pulled away. She wasn't convinced in the slightest, that much was clear. At least she had pulled away though. Or almost. He felt her fixing her hair, and while opened his mouth to complain at her, it died before it began. Laharl hated to have his hair messed up, so if she was fixing it, that was... acceptable. Just.

If she wasn't holding up a basket of cookies, he might have been feeling less agreeable. "Hn. Well, let me see one then," he requested, holding out his hand expectantly.

Not taking notice of his glare in the slightest, she reaches a hand into her basket, watching the rain water pour off the lid, and pulls one out, placing it into his hand.

After that, all she could do was wait.

Holding up the cookie, Laharl noted it did indeed still feel warm even. And... it looked alright. It looked good even, although Laharl knew better than to be deceived by appearances, but it was a good sign.

Cautiously he took a bite and... it was good! Delicious even! Sweet but not too sweet! Just the right crunchy and even melted just a bit in his mouth.

His expression brightened considerably as the rest of the cookie was promptly devoured.

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He liked it! She holds out the rest of the basket for him. "See, I told you they'd be fine. They're all yours, so help yourself."

Laharl accepted the basket eagerly at this point, digging into it to already pull out a second cookie. "F-fine... you were right," he admitted, promptly crunching on the next cookie, trying to hide his faint embarrassment at being proven so wrong.

Still, his concerns had been valid, dammit!

She smiles, pleased with herself. "Good. If you ever want more, I don't mind making them. It's fun! Have you baked cookies before?" The question is sudden, just hitting her. If he could cook his own, he could always have them and not worry about terrible food...

He continued to eat the cookie, looking quite pleased with this proposed arrangement. He'd likely take advantage of that in the future. Knowing someone who could actually cook could prove pretty damn useful.

Kairi's question, however, caught him a little off guard. "Huh? Cookies? ...No. I don't know how to cook. I don't need to know how to."

Anything Laharl had ever possibly want would be brought to him by the castle servants. Knowing how to cook wasn't needed.

"Oh... you don't? Why not?" She blinks. She's doesn't really know much in regards to servants and whatnot. "Do you ever want to learn?"

Cookies for Laharl [Active]

hey there little miss riding hood~

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