[ The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, which is the closest that Angus has gotten to a genuine smile in days. Lup has always been very openly affectionate, in huge contrast to her brother, and at times like this, Angus appreciates it more than ever. ]
I swear sometimes! It happens!
[ He pulls back, and mimes zipping his mouth shut. ]
Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone about making macarons at like 2am, or that time you got me a bunch of paint so we could decorate my room, or that time you said you were my aunt, or that time you got me a notebook for Candlenights, or...
[ The list goes on, and while Angus looks and sounds completely earnest, this is one of those moments where he's using his earnestness to hide the fact that he's being a little shit. ]
[Angus pulls away and what Lup expects is for him to be adorably shy, but grateful, maybe a splash of some much needed hope in his expression after her reassurance that Taako will be back. What she gets instead is this. This is unfair and cruel!
What. A total. Shit.
The elf reaches down and gives Angus a swat on the arm, much lighter than the punches she reserves for her brother or Magnus, before she's pulling out of the boy's arms completely, already turning to pull out more ingredients.]
Alright, you little shithead! That's enough of that! Zip it! Let's get to work before I throw you in the batter to make a giant Angus-shaped macaron!
[ He can't help it, he's trying to keep a straight face, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching, and eventually he just dissolves into giggles as he starts getting the baking trays and stuff out. ]
You'd go to jail, and the macarons wouldn't even taste good! They'd be full of people-meat, that'd be disgusting!
[Now they are both giggling, making enough of a racket in the kitchen that somewhere from downstairs, Peanut barks (or at least, makes the noise Lup associates with barking for her kind) and that just leaves the elf laughing even louder. At least they'll be able to appease their housemates with sweet treats in the morning, for all of the noise made this early in the morning.]
That's the grossest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth. [But Lup tips her head and grins, looking proud.] Knew I'd rub off on you sooner or later.
[ Angus clamps both hands over his mouth halfway through the giggling fit, once he realized how loud they're getting, but that doesn't stop him from laughing - the giggles just come out a bit muffled. ]
Thank you! They'd be like macarons filled with ground beef!
[ He may not act like it very often, but Angus is still an 11-year-old boy, he has untapped levels of potential grossness, and a macabre sense of humour that was probably influenced by seeing way too many crime scenes! ]
Alright, alright! [And she's still giggling, smiling wider than she has since Taako's abrupt disappearance, some of Lup's usual light twinkling in her eyes. Nothing will ever feel right without her twin by her side, but at least there's still family here, those few she can continue to rely on in his absence.
And Angus made the cut a long time ago.]
Let's get to it, son! Mango can put away at least two dozen of these at a time so we gotta start prep now.
So ideally, we'd need to make at least three batches? I'm not sure we have that many cookie sheets!
[ And with that, Angus gets to work! He'll probably end up falling asleep halfway through the second batch of macarons, but as long as Lup doesn't make good on her threat to toss him into the batter, they should be okay.
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I swear sometimes! It happens!
[ He pulls back, and mimes zipping his mouth shut. ]
Okay. I promise I won't tell anyone about making macarons at like 2am, or that time you got me a bunch of paint so we could decorate my room, or that time you said you were my aunt, or that time you got me a notebook for Candlenights, or...
[ The list goes on, and while Angus looks and sounds completely earnest, this is one of those moments where he's using his earnestness to hide the fact that he's being a little shit. ]
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What. A total. Shit.
The elf reaches down and gives Angus a swat on the arm, much lighter than the punches she reserves for her brother or Magnus, before she's pulling out of the boy's arms completely, already turning to pull out more ingredients.]
Alright, you little shithead! That's enough of that! Zip it! Let's get to work before I throw you in the batter to make a giant Angus-shaped macaron!
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[ He can't help it, he's trying to keep a straight face, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching, and eventually he just dissolves into giggles as he starts getting the baking trays and stuff out. ]
You'd go to jail, and the macarons wouldn't even taste good! They'd be full of people-meat, that'd be disgusting!
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That's the grossest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth. [But Lup tips her head and grins, looking proud.] Knew I'd rub off on you sooner or later.
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Thank you! They'd be like macarons filled with ground beef!
[ He may not act like it very often, but Angus is still an 11-year-old boy, he has untapped levels of potential grossness, and a macabre sense of humour that was probably influenced by seeing way too many crime scenes! ]
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And Angus made the cut a long time ago.]
Let's get to it, son! Mango can put away at least two dozen of these at a time so we gotta start prep now.
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[ And with that, Angus gets to work! He'll probably end up falling asleep halfway through the second batch of macarons, but as long as Lup doesn't make good on her threat to toss him into the batter, they should be okay.
They'll both be ok, in the end. ]