Another Day [Open RP]
Aaron had found his usual stool in the kitchen and had hopped on it as usual, legs swinging back and forth above the ground as he watched Cynthia move about the room. He smiled a little at the kiss to his forehead, the champion could be really sweet when she wanted to be. While he was fairly capable of feeding himself, Aaron wasn’t about to turn down the offer. Cynthia was one of the better cooks of the group, Aaron wasn’t really supposed to touch the stove anymore after that one time, but really the whole thing was more Flint’s fault to begin with.
Oh well.
He nodded, smile wide. “Sounds good to me.” Laughing a little, he shook his head at the mention of Flint. “You know him, he sleeps like a log, but even if he does wake up, the more the merrier, right? Oh, can you put chocolate chips in the waffles?” Aaron was very aware that the other members treated him like a kid most of the time, but he usually didn’t mind too much, gave him more of a chance to act like one.
More the merrier her foot.
“As much as I agree with that…” she said as she reached from the waffle iron which was kept in one of the cupboards “…having to deal with a hungry Flint at this time? I don’t think I’m mentally capable of doing that.” Sure she loved her elites and sure she’d do anything for them. But she was still human, and Flint was probably the only person capable of pissing off the champion then have her forgive him with in seconds. Cynthia actually found his “power over her” really annoying but then, as long as everyone was happy, she would willingly suck it up.
It didn’t take long for her to have everything set up, to have the waffle batter prepared, the bacon defrosted and everything cooked and on a plate. As her little brother/adopted son, she would even go the extra mile and use the special chocolate ships and pour him a glass of milk to go with it.
Cynthia knew she was probably spoiling the boy rotten, but how could she, or anyone for that matter, resist those puppy dog eyes. A secret weakness of hers but of course she’d never let him know that.
“Eat up kid.” she said as she leaned over the counter with that familiar smile one her lips. The one that would assure anyone that they were officially off the hook.
Laughing, Aaron nodded. "I guess you've got a point there." It had been made clear several times that the champion was not a morning person, and Flint was a handful for anyone at the best of times. There wasn't really much that ticked Aaron off, but if anyone could find a way to push his buttons, it would be Flint, it was almost like a bizarre superpower of his.
Aaron would usually find a way to get back at him before too long though. It usually involved sticking things into his ridiculous hair. He wasn't much of a prankster, really, but there were a few exceptions to every rule.
He grinned widely as the food was set before him and looked up at Cynthia with his massive green eyes. "Thanks, Cynthia, you're the best!" he said, more than a little relieved there no longer seemed to be an 'I will murder you' aura around her anymore. Still, Aaron was going to have to remember to be a little more stealthy about his tree climbing from now on.
Not wanting to get himself back in trouble so soon, he did his best to eat politely and neatly, though he did sneak a few bits to Vespiquen when she fluttered near him and prodded at his arm.
"So, any plans for today? Seems like there's been a lot of... nothing lately..."
