forum Triple Trouble - A Superhero RP [Private // stalkers are welcome]

Started March 11, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Winston chuckled this time, genuinely amused by Anthony’s innocent confusion. “Mhm, don’t coddle you.” He shook his head, trying not to smile. “Come on, stand next to me so I can show you.”

Anthony grew suddenly defensive. “Try cooking real food after eating from garbage cans for four years he answered tersely, but did as he was told.

Anthony grew suddenly defensive. “Try cooking real food after eating from garbage cans for four years he answered tersely, but did as he was told.

Arg, won’t let me edit my typo)

(Lol it’s okay)

Winston simply sighed in reply. “That’s why you need to learn, Remedy. I’m not coddlin’ I’m teachin’. The difference is important.” He began to knead the bread, showing Anthony how to do it. “You wanna get the flour on it, alright? But don’t force it.”

Anthony nodded slowly, forcing his features to twist and relax into a completely neutral expression as he—they—worked. “Like this?” he asked after a moment, demonstrating.

“Perfect. Ain’t that hard, is it? You’ll catch on real fast.” Winston encouraged, resisting the temptation to coddle the boy. He grabbed a separate lump of dough, singing quietly under his breath as they worked.

Anthony tensed but didn’t comment—he couldn’t exactly snap at Winston in his own home, especially not after all that he’d offered. He continued to work the dough as instructed, remaining completely silent. If Winston wanted to speak, he would say so.

Winnie continue to sing under his breath, lost in his own little world as got into the rhythm of things. He brought out a rolling pin once he decided the dough was fit for the next stage, the lyrics to High Hopes, now audible as he tapped his foot along to the imaginary beat.

(that song is amazing)

Focus on the dough, Anthony mentally frowned at himself, forcing his eyes to stay completely fixed on the task in front of him. He couldn’t afford any distractions, no matter how well his (roommate?) sang.

Winston, after rolling out the dough, paused to check on Anthony’s progress. He peered over the other boy’s shoulder, taking his slightly larger height to its full advantage. “A little more flour, then roll.” He instructed, setting the rolling pin down besides Anthony and grabbed a jar of tomato sauce from a cabinet, along with a spoon.

Once again, Anthony flllowrd instructions, eyeing the dough with a detached suspicion. Am I doing this right, or horribly wrong?

Winston spooned out some tomato sauce, clumping it onto the center of the pizza before spreading it around with the back of the spoon, starting to sing again.

Anthony stood back and let the other boy do his thing. He felt so clean for once, there wasn’t even a speck of grime beneath his fingernails. Was this what it felt like, to have a home?

“You’re not off the hook yet.” Winston teased, beckoning Anthony forward. “Measure out the sauce with the spoon and spread it.”

Anthony gave Winston a slightly perplexed look, but went silently along with each instruction, surprisingly obedient for once. Of course, this was only temporary. He couldn’t help that he had no idea how to make pizza, right?

Winston nodded in approval. He still didn’t quite understand the building warmth in his chest, chalking it off as just really wanting to be Anthony’s friend. Whether he realized it or not, he found Anthony cooking absolutely endearing.

“What do we need to do next?” Anthony asked cautiously, eyeing the half-finished pizza. He used the word ‘we’ with trepidation, treating it like a bomb that could go off at any second.

Winston hummed, getting out shredded cheese from the fridge. “Sprinkle this on top while I get the oven started.” He placed the bag on the counter, wandering over to the oven and typing in numbers.

(I’m gonna head to bed! Goodnight!)

(Goodnight! Sleep well)

Anthony snuck the teensiest bite of cheese while Winston was looking the other way, then proceeded to sprinkle the rest onto the dough. He may have put a little too much…

Winston turned around and burst out laughing at the sight. “You like cheese, Remedy?” He teased playfully, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Spread it out a little at least. Make sure it’s even.”

Anthony shot Winston a harsh glare. But once again, his arms moved of their own accord to obey the other boy’s orders, gentle as they were. “Like this?”

Winston nodded, a bit taken aback by the harsh glare. He sort of felt like that one time he took in a feral cat when he was younger, but had to get rid of it after it tried to eat his bunny. The cat had been like this too. Soft and sweet some of the time, but suddenly turning feral with little provocation. Unfortunately for Anthony though. Winston didn’t have anything to lose this time around.

“Perfect.” He eventually replied, making sure his voice was soft.

Anthony brushed his hands off and stepped away from the pizza to signify he was finished, still shocked at the sheer quantity of food in front of him. How long had it been since he’d prepared a meal this big?

Winston picked up the pizzas, setting them both on a tray into the oven. He closed it and set a timer for an hour, humming. “All we gotta do is wait now.” He murmured, wiping flour onto his shirt. “You can go rest on the couch. I’m gonna clean up.”

“No, I’ll clean,” Anthony objected and did a slow spin, scanning the kitchen for a brush or dustpan.