18.Jul.19, 02:18 PM
C’dhin flushed yet again when Misharan’s mouth caught his fingers, knowing the man was doing it intentionally to flirt with him. He did his best not to further react to it and simply chuckled and nodded in agreement with Misharan’s assessment of the bread when it came. “I imagine some butter would help neutralize it,” or simply less honey but he wasn’t about to say that out loud in front of the vendor. Instead, he purchased a loaf, tucking it into the bag he brought solely for the reason of collecting items he wanted to dissect and duplicate. In a little notebook he brought, C’dhin jotted down the name of the bread and their initial reactions to it so he could remember later when he went back to analyse it and reverse engineer it to the basic components.
As they walked on, passing some stalls that were meats and things he didn’t have an interest in, C’dhin sighed and gave in. “I know you want to, Mish, but I’m not exactly being the most entertaining of friends right now. I’m doing what I do, playing baker even when I’m not baking. I mean, how one dimensional can I be?” He did have other interests but he simply enjoyed baking and loved that he had people to feed that appreciated his work. Baking was also a weird craft that didn’t have an actual Hall and unless he wanted to come up with his own recipes—which he did do—he had to try other people’s work and figure out their secret on his own because bakers were dicks and didn’t share unless they took on an apprentice.
“I just don’t want you to miss out on actual fun because you’re helping me taste things.” Suddenly feeling bad and worried Misharan might think he was trying to get rid of him, C’dhin stopped, grabbing his friend as he did so to ensure he also stopped. Despite the rules running freshly around his head thanks to a final reminder that morning, C’dhin decided he was a greenrider and had already been judged as a whore and so scandalizing, he pulled Misharan in for a gentle kiss, keeping his arms looped loosely around his friend when he ended it with a smile. “But I do like having you with me so I’ll enjoy your company before something more exciting steals you away.”
As they walked on, passing some stalls that were meats and things he didn’t have an interest in, C’dhin sighed and gave in. “I know you want to, Mish, but I’m not exactly being the most entertaining of friends right now. I’m doing what I do, playing baker even when I’m not baking. I mean, how one dimensional can I be?” He did have other interests but he simply enjoyed baking and loved that he had people to feed that appreciated his work. Baking was also a weird craft that didn’t have an actual Hall and unless he wanted to come up with his own recipes—which he did do—he had to try other people’s work and figure out their secret on his own because bakers were dicks and didn’t share unless they took on an apprentice.
“I just don’t want you to miss out on actual fun because you’re helping me taste things.” Suddenly feeling bad and worried Misharan might think he was trying to get rid of him, C’dhin stopped, grabbing his friend as he did so to ensure he also stopped. Despite the rules running freshly around his head thanks to a final reminder that morning, C’dhin decided he was a greenrider and had already been judged as a whore and so scandalizing, he pulled Misharan in for a gentle kiss, keeping his arms looped loosely around his friend when he ended it with a smile. “But I do like having you with me so I’ll enjoy your company before something more exciting steals you away.”