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'That sounds nice.. I would like to try them..' Then he nodded and he started to fill the cup with flour.. after washing his hands. Then he touched the flour with the tip of his finger. 'It is so soft.. I like to touch it.'
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Sangre finished with the eggs before whisking them, taking a bit of vanilla extract as well before glancing at Akira when he touched the flour and mentioned he liked the feel of it. With a light smile, Sangre nodded his head and began to pour some milk.
“It’s so soft, it’s almost not even there.” The chef spoke while taking some flour on his finger and chuckling as he swiped it across Akira’s cheek. “Now you look like a real chef.” Sangre teased, pouring the milk next and then looking at the flour. “Now just slowly pour it inside the bowl, I’ll mix it together to get it a bit thicker.” Sangre said softly. |
Akira actually chuckled as his cheek was dirtied though this time it wasn't silent. He put his fingers over his lips, really surprised. What.. was he getting back his voice? That thought alone made his stressed as well as happy. His throat still hurt but it was all good. After all maybe he would be able to speak again? Then he just poured it inside the bowl. Akira thought it looked nice as it was mixed together.
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Sangre stopped everything he was doing at the sound of Akira’s chuckle. For a moment he thought he was imagining things but as the man covered his lips, he smiled, looking happily surprised. “You made a sound.” He nearly cheered, chuckling lightly at the other male and then mixing the batter until it was nice and smooth.
“There we go…” Sangre went to the stove, placing a non-stick pan on the burner and greasing it with olive oil. “This is the tricky part. You think you can do it?” The chef asked Akira with a light smile. |
Akira blushed as he saw how happy was Sangre, hearing his voice. Why him and master were so happy about it? He couldn't help but ask. 'Why you and Master are so happy about it?' And then he looked on the pan. 'How it should be done?'
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Sangre glanced at Akira when he wrote that, instantly smiling but not answering since he wanted to show him how to make a pancake first. “I’ll demonstrate, you just look at what I do and you try to copy.” Sangre then took a ladle, taking some of the batter and pouring it into the pan, waiting for it to cook. While waiting he looked back at Akira and answered his first question.
“It means a lot to us…I think more for Master because it’s really special, important in your life. You’re overcoming something and that’s great but also we had never heard your voice before. I bet you Master would love to hear yours.” Sangre smiled, checking the pancake and putting a spatula underneath it, flipping it very easily and chuckling. “It’s harder than it looks, I’ll guide you through it.” |
Akira nodded and observed what Sangre was doing. Then he looked back at the cook. 'Nobody ever cared about my voice.. or me alone.. so it's a bit strange for me.' Then he observed how Sangre was flipping the pancake. Nodding he looked once again at the redhead. 'Though I still can't understand master.. Who am I? Why.. we are kissing and doing all those others things. It feels good.. and somehow right.. but why?'
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Plating the pancakes, Sangre poured the batter for the next one but moved out of the way so that Akira could flip it this time, or at least try to. He made extra batter just in case they needed it.
“I can understand how that could be…a big change, to have no one care about you, and then suddenly people do. But I’m sure you can get used to it over time though.” Sangre smiled, although Akira’s next question was difficult to answer. Sangre wasn’t exactly sure, only because he wasn’t Josh but it was rather obvious from the looks of it how it all worked out. “I think…it’s because you two care for one another. Josh has feelings for you, I think you have feelings for him.” Sangre looked at Akira sidelong while eyeing the pancake once in a while. “If you didn’t then you wouldn’t like kissing him or…even more. If you want to know more answers, I suggest you ask him, he‘ll answer anything you ask.” Sangre stated before moving out of the way a little more. “Here, try flipping this one.”, the chef muttered while handing him the spatula. |
Akira tilted his head while listening to Sangre. All the things he said were true. Though the one about him having feeling for master.. Though it did feel good.. so.. But soon enough his thought train was interrubted by.. flipping the pancake. He took the spatula and tried to do what Sangre was doing. To his surprise it went all good.. a bit too good as gave a it a bit too much energy and flinched as the grops of hot butter fell on his hand. But soon he was back with spatula to it correcting a bit how it was placed at the pan.
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Sangre kept his eyes on Akira, when he didn’t say anything he thought he was probably just in a train of thought. Watching how the young man handled the spatula, he flinched at the sight of him getting butter on his hand, hissing since he knew how that felt.
“Shit! Master is going to kill, me.” Sangre rushed to get a towel, getting it cool with water and rushing back to place the cloth onto Akira’s hand. “You alright? Oh and he wont kill me literally….well I hope not.” Sangre chuckled as he wiped off the butter to make sure he was okay and that it didn’t burn him too badly. |
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