Oh! That makes sense. I should've toned it down, but I was so nervous it'd squish in my hand like last time.
[ you know, considering his abysmal ineptitude when it comes to handling anything that even evokes the image of fragility. makoto might be a gently guy, but he has a tendency to take things to extremes when he really gets invested in the endeavor (see: video games, gou's ludicrous training regimen around the islands that nearly ended in tragedy). makoto smiles very mildly, only to blink and freeze, startled, when she draws a towel over his cheek, which comes away with a sizable amount of batter. in these circumstances, he'd normally be the type to taste-test the concoction, but something innately wards him off from trying out his gloppy, unbaked creation just yet (either out of fear for how horrible the chocolate cake will taste when it comes out of the oven, or the desire to win vietnam's good favor by showing her he doesn't give in, even under indomitable odds).
read: please notice him, senpai ... ]
Y-Yes, I think that would be best.
[ meekly bowing his head, he leans over with every intention to scan the cookbook's instructions prior to suddenly wrenching back to glance sideways at vietnam, eyes brimming with an unspoken plea for salvation in these dire, dire times. if the cake turned out to be potentially life-threatening in nature, he's already compelled to eat it all himself, if just to keep his good friend from throwing out the powdery mess and/or having to partake of a lumpy abomination that wouldn't even pass as an edible confection, much less as bargain-bin pastry-shop material, by the time he was through with the recipe.
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[ you know, considering his abysmal ineptitude when it comes to handling anything that even evokes the image of fragility. makoto might be a gently guy, but he has a tendency to take things to extremes when he really gets invested in the endeavor (see: video games, gou's ludicrous training regimen around the islands that nearly ended in tragedy). makoto smiles very mildly, only to blink and freeze, startled, when she draws a towel over his cheek, which comes away with a sizable amount of batter. in these circumstances, he'd normally be the type to taste-test the concoction, but something innately wards him off from trying out his gloppy, unbaked creation just yet (either out of fear for how horrible the chocolate cake will taste when it comes out of the oven, or the desire to win vietnam's good favor by showing her he doesn't give in, even under indomitable odds).
read: please notice him, senpai ... ]
Y-Yes, I think that would be best.
[ meekly bowing his head, he leans over with every intention to scan the cookbook's instructions prior to suddenly wrenching back to glance sideways at vietnam, eyes brimming with an unspoken plea for salvation in these dire, dire times. if the cake turned out to be potentially life-threatening in nature, he's already compelled to eat it all himself, if just to keep his good friend from throwing out the powdery mess and/or having to partake of a lumpy abomination that wouldn't even pass as an edible confection, much less as bargain-bin pastry-shop material, by the time he was through with the recipe.
abruptly, makoto blanches. ]
Um, maybe you could show me the next step?