[ he leans in to help, and she softens a little, working with him to gently take the lid off - especially when he all but tells her what's inside. ]
You made me a cupcake? [ she asks it a little teasingly, trying to reach that normalcy she has with him, leaving the lid in his hands as she peers inside. ]
[ it's messy. but it's orange, and red and a little pink, and annabeth gets the impression of a pastel sunset, with his (extra messy due to the nature of icing) chicken scratch writing squeezed on the top. the effort is palpable, however lopsided. she fucking loves it, immediately. ]
You made me a cupcake. [ she repeats it, a confirmation this time, and orders her stupid brain not to do something stupid, like cry about it. she carefully tears at the side of the box at the seams, trying to turn it into a makeshift plate. ] Is this what you were doing? I tried to find you at the stables...
[ her voice trails off. gods, does she feel extra stupid now. ]
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You made me a cupcake? [ she asks it a little teasingly, trying to reach that normalcy she has with him, leaving the lid in his hands as she peers inside. ]
[ it's messy. but it's orange, and red and a little pink, and annabeth gets the impression of a pastel sunset, with his (extra messy due to the nature of icing) chicken scratch writing squeezed on the top. the effort is palpable, however lopsided. she fucking loves it, immediately. ]
You made me a cupcake. [ she repeats it, a confirmation this time, and orders her stupid brain not to do something stupid, like cry about it. she carefully tears at the side of the box at the seams, trying to turn it into a makeshift plate. ] Is this what you were doing? I tried to find you at the stables...
[ her voice trails off. gods, does she feel extra stupid now. ]