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[nilhilistic]

I am unfamiliar with this tradition.

[flowerpowerful]

Oh, you'd like it. There's all sorts of sweets associated with this time of year, too. Cookies especially. Some people even make little houses out of gingerbread.

[nilhilistic]

Gingerbread? That's clever.

[flowerpowerful]

I could come back over and we could make cookies and a gingerbread house together. What do you say?

[nilhilistic]

We can do it at the café I work at. It'll have all the ingredients we need.

[flowerpowerful]

I'll run right over! Time me!

[nilhilistic]

Don't do that!

[flowerpowerful]

[Too late, he already bolted.]

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal sighs.

he waits for alfred at the cafe, his apron on. ]

[flowerpowerful]

[Before too long, he comes up to him, panting from the sprint.]

How did I do?

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal huffs. ]

I don't notice unnecessary things.

[flowerpowerful]

I mean I got here fast, right? Would I have beaten you if we were racing? Maybe you getting here before me means you beat me...

[He does a few stretches while he catches his breath.]

[nilhilistic]

I doubt it.

But there was no reason to. I could have waited.

[flowerpowerful]

But I had to hurry and give you this.

[Smiling playfully, he reaches for him, hooking fingers around the neck strap of the apron, and leans forward on his toes to give Rafal a little peck of a kiss.]

[nilhilistic]

[ oh. rafal is startled and his ears go a light pink. ]

I see . . .

[flowerpowerful]

[Alfred notices and thinks it's incredibly cute. He kinda wonders if his dragon frills can turn more pink, too...]

Do I get an apron, too?

[His hands linger a little longer on Rafal's apron.]

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal huffs. ]

There's probably a spare for you.

[flowerpowerful]

I bet if my arms were more buff, I could pull off wearing just an apron with no shirt under it. It's like the ideal thing to wear for showing off a lot of upper-body muscles...

[He's sort of fantasizing to himself while making his way inside.]

[nilhilistic]

I don't think my employer would care for that.

[flowerpowerful]

Yeah, I guess showing too much skin might not be safe while baking.

[He sounds disappointed.]

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal gives him a flat look. ]

You can do it later. But not here.

[flowerpowerful]

Later, huh?

[This man who doesn't think much is clearly thinking about something. He smiles at Rafal.]

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal blinks, not following. ]

If you want? My employer is particular about how things look here.

[flowerpowerful]

Sure, but is it what you want? To see too much of my skin later?

[He steps closer as he flirts, touching Rafal's hand.]

[nilhilistic]

[ rafal is perplexed. ]

I see plenty of you. Your skin is a part of that.