sweet tooth, (open4one)

[eto chiaki]

gently frosting the cake with a few final touches, chiaki stepped back to look at his creation. it was a vanilla bean layered cake with coffee buttercream. wiping the sweat off his forehead – and unknowingly adding some flour in place – he was pretty pleased with himself. he was sure to get the flavoring right just like his sensei from the bakery had taught him. though he wasn’t much of a coffee person himself, the buttercream had the perfect hint of espresso that would make any man – or woman – fall to their knees in praise. smiling like a huge dork to himself, chiaki cut himself a small piece and gently placed it on a plate in front of him. apart from baking, he also like eating his creations as well. he just can’t let all his hard work go to waste after all, besides he was prone to leaving a few pieces behind and taking the rest to the sweet box for his sensei and the workers there to try.

taking his first bite, he made a small squealing sound at how delicious it tasted it. “sugoi, it’s like a match made in heaven!” he just couldn’t get over it. part of him wanted to eat the whole thing by himself, but not only would that be completely fat of him that would also be completely depressing. finishing off his piece in only a few bites, chiaki gently picked up the cake and placed it on a glass cake stand on another station and put the dome on top so that it would be safe. “haaa!~ okay, now i have to clean up…” probably his least favorite chore, but he had to do or else the senseis here would be angry with him. picking up the bowls and other unstesils that he used to make his beauty, chiaki dumped them into the sink and started humming a little tune.

[Miwa Sora]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 350px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] “Mmm! Smell’s so nice!” The door to the Home Ec room burst open, carrying Sora’s voice well above the sound of the running sink and lightly clattering utensils. You’d think It was an odd thing to hear the door “burst” open, seeing as it was a sliding door, but it was slid open with such force that it struck with a loud bang! none the less. Looking down, left and right, Sora’s eyes sparkled at the thought of exploring uncharted land. The Home Ec. Room was the cooking club’s territory. And that, coupled with the ban her mother placed on her from ever coming near the kitchen while she cooked, made Sora’s visits to these kind of place amount to the number of times humans have flown to the moon. Today was special however. Today, she bore a higher purpose! Ahh why didn’t I think of this before, she thought happily as her eyes zeroed in with a growing, open smile on the only point of interest within the otherwise empty room. “You’ the one responsible for this sweet aroma.” It seemed an obvious statement. In fact, she idly wondered for what purpose she bothered to say it out loud. “Vanilla. Not as good as strawberry, but still delicious.” Sora didn’t waste a second. She had rushed over and was already hovering over the dome-protected, layered cake resting at the next over station. The glass was the only thing to prevent her from boldly sticking her finger in as she would have done per casual. Still, her nose wiggled with delight at the vanilla’s scent, rendering her helpless to the flood of pastries and other sweets that swarmed her head. She looked over her shoulder at the chef. “Ne, how did you make it? Are you from the cooking club? Can I taste it?” Her thick, wavy ponytail bounced atop her head as she straightened herself toward the boy. Thigh-high skirt flowing lightly with each turn, brown hair waving, her hands on her hips; she looked like any ordinary student save for her light blue eyes and the way she held herself, which was…confident, to say the least. She seemed not to notice the other’s peculiar looks yet, though something in the shadows of her excitement was shouting at her to notice already. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: ANYONE[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]000 WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]