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Tussles the redhead into pillows or something and sits on. "You're not making this as fun as I thought."

A grunt, off balanced enough to topple, "ꜰᴡᴀ ꜰᴡᴀ! That's the point, Kidd." Some lightly flailing, but it won't stop Killer from trying to regain some ground even if he's now being squished. "Metal arm's cheating."

A hum and scraping off the cookies from the cookie sheet to a plat and just putting the whole damn thing in front of them. "Go nuts." He does steal one from the plate for himself to pick apart and nibble on.

i dig because i hold grudges. i dig with anger. i dig because i am hungry.

"You're welcome." A little messy eating cookies through his mask but he's making it work as he leans against the counter idly for now as the next batch bakes.

A foot tapping, fingers drumming on his thighs. He can't hear fucking shit though the headphones he's got on.

we were like gods at the dawning of the world， and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

i will accompany you until the very end.

( throws full body weight on, as one does )

"Not going to tussle now?" He does back off just a bit with a tilt of that helm, half ready to spring back into play fighting the second the redhead initiates it again.

( Unfortunately can't be bothered to care and will keep shaking out his golden mane )

Killer would blame the mixer and putting it on the wrong setting if confronted. Happens. He just set it a bit too high. Still, that masked face fixes on the other blond. "...cookies aren't ready yet."

"ꜰᴀꜰᴀꜰᴀ! Give up already?" He twists his body, hold loosening, but not completely backing off, ready to toss the taller around more if it comes to that.

Even with his hearing cut off from him and wrapped up in the music, Killer isn't helpless. Hardly. That helm turns, hidden eyes seeming to fix on his company as his foot keeps it's tapping pace. Watching, but not hostile.

Killer grunts quietly from where he sits with his leg a mess but blades kept close. His mask keeps him stoic as he prefers to be seen even if his leg hurts like a bitch. The blond has enough common sense to take help when offered than refute it, "Sure."

Killer's fingers run through his hair as the smallest intrusive thought eggs him on to take a handful of flour to throw at the surgeon. He resists. More mature than that. "Might as well had."

Friendly enough. One hand raises in return, offering up a cheeky salute with two fingers as the blond sits up straighter. Headphones are slipped off then, sliding to rest around his neck enough that the sounds of music can probably be heard from the volume he had it set to.

Killer offers up a long, assessing gaze. An ominous stare down that holds him still as death... ...and the tension vanishes at finding whatever it was he'd been looking for. Fingers pluck off the headphones, still playing, to hold them out in offering, "Tone dial headphones."