flayn

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Oh... hold on, let me bend a little.

[ he is. trying to bend down, but also it means he has to some awkward leaning because of the position. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

Mmm...

[this is... difficult.

but eventually they manage to pull the oven door open!]

Oh! It's hot...

[preowned]

Yes, it's-- oh. Hold on.

[ THIS IS

ACTUALLY VERY HOT?? ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[IT'S SUPER HOT]

Ah⁠—! We should close it!

[...but their cookies]

[preowned]

If we don't get them, then it might start a fire!

[ THAT, AT LEAST, TSURU UNDERSTANDS ABOUT OVEN SAFETY ]

[fishingforcompliments]

I would rather not start another one here..!

[uh

just



kneels down (kind of dragging him down with her??) and reaches in with her bare hand to yank a cake pan out. she hisses.]

Ow, ow...!

[preowned]

Careful! Hurry, let's move--

[ he's going to attempt to get back up again ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[gripping the cake pan tightly even though it hurts because she doesn't want to drop!! their cookies!!

but as soon as they straighten up she's hurriedly depositing it onto the stovetop]

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[ that's fine!! the problem is that there is still another pan, because they were stupid and had to put in two.

so tsuru is going to try to bend down again, but he ends up bending too far and-- yeah those are the back of his arms touching the oven. ]

... oh!

[fishingforcompliments]

Are you okay?!

[even though her own hand is hurting right now she reaches in to try and help guide his arms away from the oven.

which, uh.

oops.]

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I'm fi--

[ ..... ah ]

We are going to get to know each other rather well.

[ do you think about how they could have just turned off the oven ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[they really could have.

AND YET.]

...I am sorry! I did not think before acting...

[preowned]

Ah, no... I'm the one who touched you first.

[ he should be apologizing?

now they are just. like this. ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[they're burned and stuck together



and there's still one cake pan of cookies in the open oven.]

From what I understand, it should wear off after some time...

[preowned]

Hm, I guess we will have to wait to clean up then...

[ they

have not even look at the cookies yet ]

[fishingforcompliments]

...

Are you sure your arms are okay?

[Because her hand really hurts. Maybe they should figure out something to do about the burns instead of leaving them for a wholeass hour.]

[preowned]

[ he smiles, reassuring. ]

It's fine. I've had worse.

[fishingforcompliments]

Having it worse does not make this less bad..!

[preowned]

... I guess not.

But, at the very least, I can tolerate the pain.

[fishingforcompliments]

...

I see.

[well, if he can tolerate it, so can she!





and that's how these idiots don't even put cold water over their burns, apparently.]</small.

[preowned]

[ i fucking hate this goodbye ]

Are your hands alright?

[fishingforcompliments]

[FUCK MY HTML]

I have had worse. I can tolerate the pain.

[preowned]

... of course.

[ he smiles




the cookies are going to start burning ]

[fishingforcompliments]

[smells like smoke]

⁠—oh! The other pan!

[JUST GOING TO. TRY TO REACH BACK IN THERE AWKWARDLY.]

[preowned]

Be careful! We wouldn't want to drop them!

[ BE MORE CONCERNED ABOUT GETTING BURNT ]