Chuck || Motorcity

[dieharder]

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[livefaster]

Just testing your posture, bro. [He shrugs lightly. This joking around is taking his mind out of everything, so he's attempting at letting this last. He reaches to take the pan off the high perch of Chuck's head.] Then again, I think it has a dent. Didn't Julie use this as a weapon once?

[dieharder]

[Chuck's too hungry to think about anything else other than pancakes right now. Warm, delicious pancakes... His stomach growls again.]

I'm almost sure she used everything in this kitchen as a weapon once. [He sighs, shrugging once Mike takes the pan off his head.] ... more than once, even.

[livefaster]

Still good! [Handling the frying pan, now that was something that Mike could do. Way back then, it's something he learned easily and he was physically coordinated enough to have a knack for it and be careful with it, too. He smiles.] So how long do these need to cook?

[dieharder]

[Chuck buries his head back in the book, finger searching through the recipe.]

Doesn't say how long, just that-- [He gestures with his hands as he continues.] --you gotta put some into the pan, let it spread across the bottom, wait until it's golden and then flip it around.

[livefaster]

[Mike's eyes widen. Then he grins.] Oh, I can do that.

[Here's him picking some of the batter and pouring it onto the pan, making sure it's even. Then he waits, like a kid waiting for his turn to open his present.]

[dieharder]

[Chuck watches quietly, humming at the sweet smell filling the air.]

Wait, you should use this. [He rummages through a drawer, then hands a plastic spatula to Mike.] To flip it.

[livefaster]

Got it! [And flip he does! Rather nicely, too!] Go get a plate!

[dieharder]

[Chuck makes a little impressed noise before moving quickly to grab a plate from the cupboard and setting it down next to the stove.]

Oh! I can get us something to drink. What do you want?

[livefaster]

[And very carefully he sets the pancake on the plate.] Milk for me, please. It's at the back of the fridge.

[He doesn't look up as he's smiling and pouring the batter for the next pancake.] Oh, I got you some juice yesterday, too! Don't think I'd forget!

[dieharder]

[With a nod, he's moving over to the fridge to get the whip cream, the milk and the juice. Yes, he's having the juice now.]

Sweet! Thanks, Mikey. [He sets them down on the counter table, then fetches glasses for the both of them.]

What do you want on your pancakes?

[livefaster]

[Another flip, carefully following the pancake with his eyes. He takes a while to answer. Pancakes are serious business after all. ]

Is there honey? Mind if we share?

[dieharder]

[By then Chuck's already in the pantry, searching for whatever toppings they might have.]

We got a little bit. You can have it though, I want chocolate. [He comes out with both bottles, and sets them down on the table, then moves to get them both plates and cutlery, stealing a corner of a pancake in the process.]

[livefaster]

Hm! Good idea. [And another onto the plate. That's three. Mike raises the bowl and tilts it just a little, fumbling for something in the drawer.]

Guess there's also butter, but I think those are enough toppings for the batter we got.

[dieharder]

Well, butter and honey's good... [He gets the pack from the fridge anyway, just in case Mike changes his mind, and sits down, waiting for the pancakes like an overly eager child.]

[livefaster]

[He finally finds a spoon to pour the remains sticking to the bowl onto the pan. He licks the tip of his finger as he wiggles the pan to even out, and takes care of the last pancake with ease. Another flip!] Almost done, buddy!

[dieharder]

[He's sipping on his juice while he waits, totally not staring at Mike while he licks his finger. Nope, no staring on this end whatsoever.

He snaps out of it with a smile and a shrug.] It's cool. I can wait.

[livefaster]

Aaaand [Another flip, onto the plate!] they're done!

[Very pleased with the result, he hopes they're as tasty as the batter and as they seemed. Not that he thinks this would ruin a morning like this, but it'd still be a great way to start the day...


... or afternoon. He reminds himself that he hasn't looked at the clock in a very long while.

Not that it matters.

He sets the dish on the table and sits right next to Chuck, to pour the milk.]

[dieharder]

[There's a happy hum as Chuck takes a pancake from the pile and sets it on his plate, coating it with some chocolate topping and a generous amount of whip cream.]

We really had enough to make thick ones! I just hope they taste as good as they look... [He takes a sniff.] ... and smell.

[livefaster]

[Mike doesn't resist and steals a bit of whipped cream with a finger as he places a pancake onto his plate - making sure it was the one that looked a little too dark so that Chuck wouldn't have to eat it - while nodding.]

We'll find out soon enough. Dig in, bro!

[dieharder]

[Don't need to tell him twice - he's already cutting a piece of his pancake and promptly shoving it in his mouth.]

's good! [Chuck beams at Mike in-between bites, mouth full and teeth half-covered in chocolate.]

[livefaster]

[Mike's fork is already leaving his mouth, but he stops in his tracks at the chocolate grin. He snorts, starts laughing, hand covering his mouth and then pointing at his own teeth to tell Chuck about it. He swallows.] Yeah! Let me try a little of yours. [He reaches to cut a little piece out of Chuck's.]

[dieharder]

What? Oh-- [He stares at Mike flatly, until he realizes, by the pointing, what he meant, and he grabs his juice.]

Then I want some of yours too. [After he took a big enough gulp of his drink to clean his teeth, he leans over to do the same as Mike.]

[livefaster]

[He chews and his eyebrows arch, visible because his hair is still damp, nodding and humming at the flavor. It really was good. Still turned towards Chuck's side, he grins, makes sure it's another chocolate-y smile.]

[dieharder]

[Chuck's just chewing on the corner of pancake he stole from Mike's plate when he looks at him. He almost chokes when he starts laughing, but manages to swallow it down with the help of some juice.

He swats a hand at Mike's chest, clearing his throat.] ... you shouldn't play with your food, Mikey.

[livefaster]

[Mike chuckles, curls a little, catching the hand hitting at his chest out of reflex more than anything else, to make it stop. He swallows the pancake fully and closes his mouth to run his tongue along the surface of his teeth, but he ends up grinning openly halfway.] H-hey, no harm every now and then!