Kitchen Fluff

“Alright so,” Duelek started, ears turned towards the sound of fidgeting from the other end of the counter, whiskers limp and at ease. “The fuck we doin’?”

There’s a pause, Orrin’s obviously thinking through what he wants to say exactly to avoid accidentally insulting him. “I was under the assumption that you had something you wanted to make. Hence our mutual presence in the kitchen.”

“Nah,” he drummed his claws against the countertop, getting a responding rhythm from somewhere behind him alerting him that Mihal was somewhere in the kitchen with them. “I just wanna make somethin’, feels like it’s been ages since ya’ll let me in here.”

“It has been.” Orrin assured, missing the sentiment of the statement and getting a snort from Duelek. “What? It has been.” He could imagine the bland look Mihal gave Orrin to get the confused response out of him. “He has been adjusting I thought we agreed it would be best to wait to reintroduce him to the culinary arts, why are you looking at me like that?”

Duelek heard the whispers of ‘he’s so stupid’ curl around his mind, fond and amused, and laughed, a rough low noise.

“Don’t worry none I ain’t mindin’, just bringing it to note yeah?” He heard Orrin huff and Mihal drum another rhythm with their claws. “Come on, just tell me what we making, wanna be gettin’ my hands busy.”

Another pause, this one a bit more drawn out as Orrin thought.

“I suppose…” Duelek’s ears perk up at the started answer, head turning uselessly towards Orrin’s voice. “It is Yvonne’s Masquerade soon, we could make those sugar cookies you like.”

His brow furrowed beneath the fabric hiding his missing features, nose scrunching in distaste. “Bro no, we don’t gotta be-”

Mihal stopped him by slumping into his side, suddenly appearing at his elbow in a motion that startled Duelek. They were very lucky he at least knew the other was around or they might have ended up having to dodge a wild fist in their general direction.

Rude of them to sneak up on their blind sibling regardless.

“We are making the sugar cookies you like.” Orrin repeated, firmer, now a statement that Duelek knew he wouldn’t waver from. “Simple, easy, nothing to worry about accidentally hurting yourself with.”

Duelek’s ears dropped, shoulders slumping. “Come on, ya ain’t still hung up on that are ya?”

“Evander said he would shoot me if anything happened to you and I wholeheartedly believe him.” Bland, emotionless. Probably right if Duelek was being perfectly honest. The Robber had hovered around him after his return, it’d been a struggle to convince him he’d be fine for the few days Evander’s job would take him away from the house. 

“You right, yeah.” Mihal jabs his side, a gentle teasing ‘listen at you, mooning over your deadfriend’ skimming the edge of his consciousness. “Shut up, he snorted, pushing at them lightly. “Fine. We’ll make the sugar cookies.”

Decision made Duelek waited, reminding the other two in a fond exasperation after a moment. 

“Ya’ll need ta show me where things are remember? Can’t real be seeing them, yeah?” 

“Ah! Right! I am so sorry please give me a moment to find-” Orrin’s words were a rush of worried noise while Mihal shook with silent laughter next to him.

Maybe it wasn’t how Duelek wanted his first time in the kitchen after losing his sight to go but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even if afterwards he knew Orrin would try to give him all of the cookies they made.