18.Jul.19, 03:15 PM
“Ohh, yeah, definitely,” Misha said with a nod at the suggestion of butter to tone down the sweetness. A butter with a good amount of salt in it would be especially good with the bread. He’d probably never have thought of it himself, of course, but he had C’dhin to let him in on all the ‘how to make these baked goods taste even better’ secrets. Or, some of them at least. A lot of the details of baking were beyond him, but ‘put butter on overly sweet bread' was simple enough for Misharan to understand why and how it worked.
He poked around the stall at all the other treats on display while C’dhin bought some of the honey bread, trying to count how many different breads this stall had on display and wondering how long it took to bake everything there. Was it all from the same baker? Did he have apprentices? Because seemed to have too much available for a single person to bake fresh in one morning.
Once C’dhin had paid and written down something or other that he felt was important about the bread — he took baking notes, it was so terribly endearing — Misha followed him onward, past a number of stalls C’dhin didn’t seem interested in when C’dhin decided to start being self deprecating again. He pursed his lips and was about to start on that conversation that apparently couldn’t be put off until later after all when C’dhin stopped, pulling Misharan to a stop with him. Again, he was going to start saying something when C’dhin pulled him in for a kiss. Not what Misharan had been expecting, considering their location, but he had no complaints at all. If he were honest, it gave him a bit of a thrill to be kissed by a man in plain view of Holders who probably said the same kinds of things he’d heard growing up. It was a nice ‘fuck you,’ and if Misha didn’t want to avoid being banned from future Gathers he absolutely would have kissed back enthusiastically. Instead, being mindful of propriety for once in the past four turns, he refrained, and settled for leaning into C’dhin and smiling at him.
“You’re getting there,” Misharan said, moving his arms to rest them around C’dhin’s shoulders, “Stop thinking about what I could be doing, alright? This is what I am doing, and I’m having fun because I like hanging out with you and if I didn’t I would already be somewhere else. Besides, you know I’m insufferable when I’m properly bored, and I’m not being insufferable because I am, in fact, enjoying myself. Now if you’re done being silly, let’s go find some more free samples, yeah?” He maintained eye contact with C’dhin until he received some sort of agreement, at which point he gently stepped out of C’dhin’s arms so they could keep walking.
He poked around the stall at all the other treats on display while C’dhin bought some of the honey bread, trying to count how many different breads this stall had on display and wondering how long it took to bake everything there. Was it all from the same baker? Did he have apprentices? Because seemed to have too much available for a single person to bake fresh in one morning.
Once C’dhin had paid and written down something or other that he felt was important about the bread — he took baking notes, it was so terribly endearing — Misha followed him onward, past a number of stalls C’dhin didn’t seem interested in when C’dhin decided to start being self deprecating again. He pursed his lips and was about to start on that conversation that apparently couldn’t be put off until later after all when C’dhin stopped, pulling Misharan to a stop with him. Again, he was going to start saying something when C’dhin pulled him in for a kiss. Not what Misharan had been expecting, considering their location, but he had no complaints at all. If he were honest, it gave him a bit of a thrill to be kissed by a man in plain view of Holders who probably said the same kinds of things he’d heard growing up. It was a nice ‘fuck you,’ and if Misha didn’t want to avoid being banned from future Gathers he absolutely would have kissed back enthusiastically. Instead, being mindful of propriety for once in the past four turns, he refrained, and settled for leaning into C’dhin and smiling at him.
“You’re getting there,” Misharan said, moving his arms to rest them around C’dhin’s shoulders, “Stop thinking about what I could be doing, alright? This is what I am doing, and I’m having fun because I like hanging out with you and if I didn’t I would already be somewhere else. Besides, you know I’m insufferable when I’m properly bored, and I’m not being insufferable because I am, in fact, enjoying myself. Now if you’re done being silly, let’s go find some more free samples, yeah?” He maintained eye contact with C’dhin until he received some sort of agreement, at which point he gently stepped out of C’dhin’s arms so they could keep walking.