well you're walkin and a talkin and a freakin and a yellin
Once they'd moved past the stage of soldier and general, superior and inferior and approached some semblance of equality, Jin started to wonder why in the hell Ladon put up with him.
"Well, just listen! Look, I know there's the whole burned thing and all that, but look, okay, I mean I burned the heck out of these cupcakes just right, I think, and I figured, burnt sugar should be okay right? So it's kind of like a frosting, a really kind of...not great frosting, but still. Anyway! I just want you to try a little bit okay? I'm trying to figure out how to burn them just right and I need your opinion!"
Jin was dragging Ladon along by the wrist as he talked, practically jogging, his scarf flapping behind him and occasionally smacking Ladon in the face.
"Don't want any of your damn cakes in a cup. You were talkin' before about pink frosting. Don't want any part of this froofy shit, yeah?" Ladon practically growled out the words, but Jin had taken to ignoring the annoyed tone. Ladon was easy to crack once you got through the harsh, mobster exterior and the swearing.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat anymore!" Jin chirped as they arrived at the apartment. Jin practically yanked him inside. "Just one? Just a bite? Pleeeeeease?"
Ladon rolled his eyes. He hated it when the other dragon started begging.
"...Fine. One damn bite."
"Yay!" Jin threw up his hands and bounced in place for a second, then dashed into the kitchen. Ladon sank into the nearest chair with a groan and swept his hat off, scratching at the top of his head where the hair tangled around his horns.
Jin bounced back in mere seconds later, carrying an absolute monstrosity of a cupcake with burnt sugar frosting on a little white plate. He grinned and held out the burnt horror to Ladon. Ladon looked it over dubiously.
"Sure you're not tryin' to poison me?"
The words had the expected effect: Jin blanched and stared at Ladon in horror.
"Gosh, no, sir, I'd never--!"
"Just--shut up and hand it here," Ladon said before Jin could fall back into the "sir" habit.
Jin held it out to Ladon again, noticeably more subdued. Ladon sighed, dutifully picked up the blackened cupcake and took a tentative bite. Jin watched intently as Ladon chewed.
"Tastes like charcoal," Ladon said once he'd let Jin stew for awhile. "Mushy charcoal. With a weird aftertaste."
"Is...that a good thing?" Jin asked. He looked like a puppy eager to please its master. Ladon thought briefly about telling Jin that it was terrible if only to see the look on his face. But he couldn't.
He smirked a little and said, "Yeah, Jin. 'S good."
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well you're walkin and a talkin
and a freakin and a yellin
Once they'd moved past the stage of soldier and general, superior and inferior and approached some semblance of equality, Jin started to wonder why in the hell Ladon put up with him.
"Well, just listen! Look, I know there's the whole burned thing and all that, but look, okay, I mean I burned the heck out of these cupcakes just right, I think, and I figured, burnt sugar should be okay right? So it's kind of like a frosting, a really kind of...not great frosting, but still. Anyway! I just want you to try a little bit okay? I'm trying to figure out how to burn them just right and I need your opinion!"
Jin was dragging Ladon along by the wrist as he talked, practically jogging, his scarf flapping behind him and occasionally smacking Ladon in the face.
"Don't want any of your damn cakes in a cup. You were talkin' before about pink frosting. Don't want any part of this froofy shit, yeah?" Ladon practically growled out the words, but Jin had taken to ignoring the annoyed tone. Ladon was easy to crack once you got through the harsh, mobster exterior and the swearing.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to eat anymore!" Jin chirped as they arrived at the apartment. Jin practically yanked him inside. "Just one? Just a bite? Pleeeeeease?"
Ladon rolled his eyes. He hated it when the other dragon started begging.
"...Fine. One damn bite."
"Yay!" Jin threw up his hands and bounced in place for a second, then dashed into the kitchen. Ladon sank into the nearest chair with a groan and swept his hat off, scratching at the top of his head where the hair tangled around his horns.
Jin bounced back in mere seconds later, carrying an absolute monstrosity of a cupcake with burnt sugar frosting on a little white plate. He grinned and held out the burnt horror to Ladon. Ladon looked it over dubiously.
"Sure you're not tryin' to poison me?"
The words had the expected effect: Jin blanched and stared at Ladon in horror.
"Gosh, no, sir, I'd never--!"
"Just--shut up and hand it here," Ladon said before Jin could fall back into the "sir" habit.
Jin held it out to Ladon again, noticeably more subdued. Ladon sighed, dutifully picked up the blackened cupcake and took a tentative bite. Jin watched intently as Ladon chewed.
"Tastes like charcoal," Ladon said once he'd let Jin stew for awhile. "Mushy charcoal. With a weird aftertaste."
"Is...that a good thing?" Jin asked. He looked like a puppy eager to please its master. Ladon thought briefly about telling Jin that it was terrible if only to see the look on his face. But he couldn't.
He smirked a little and said, "Yeah, Jin. 'S good."