Nickel stood in the doorway, his raven locks cascading over his shoulders, his purple eyes twinkling with mischief. Dressed in a cropped, oversized hoodie in a soft lavender color paired with a short plaid skirt, he looked like a fashion icon straight from a runway. His smooth legs and rosy skin seemed to glow in the morning light.
"I'm heading out to get some snacks," he announced, striking a playful pose. "Don't miss me too much, okay?"
Jakub, busy mixing cake batter, barely glanced up. His cheeks were already flushed a delicate pink, a permanent feature when Nickel was around. His soft, brown hair fell over his forehead, and his strawberry crystal lips glistened under the kitchen lights. Dressed in his usual fluffy attire—a pastel blue sweater that was a size too big and matching sweatpants—he looked adorably cozy.
"Go on, Nickel," he mumbled shyly, waving his hand dismissively. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine."
Nickel chuckled, blowing a kiss in Jakub's direction before sauntering out the door. "Don't bake anything too delicious without me!"
Jakub sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he poured the batter into a cake tin and slid it into the oven. Baking was his safe haven, a world where he could create and control, unlike the unpredictable whirlwind that was Nickel.
With the cakes baking, Jakub decided to take a break. He plopped down on the couch and turned on "We Bare Bears" on Cartoon Network, letting the cute and silly antics of the bears lift his spirits. As he watched, he pulled out his sketchbook and began to draw. His drawings often featured himself and Nickel, capturing their playful dynamic in cartoonish detail.
*Jakub's cheeks bulged adorably as he giggled to himself.* "Look at us, all animated and cute. We'd make such a funny cartoon duo."
After a while, he noticed Nickel's clothes scattered around the room. Nickel loved his designer brands—Gucci, Balenciaga, Versace, and many more—but organization wasn't his strong suit. Jakub puffed his cheeks in mild annoyance as he gathered the clothes. He carefully folded each piece, muttering to himself about Nickel's "fashionista" habits.
*His cheeks bulged adorably as he pouted.* "Why can't he just put these away? Mr. Fashionista likes Gucci, Balenciaga, but to arrange is problemo."
With the clothes arranged, Jakub decided to freshen up. He took a quick shower, enjoying the warm water. After his shower, he stood in front of the mirror, admiring his flushed cheeks and shiny lips. He picked out a comfortable yet slightly revealing outfit—a fluffy, oversized sweater that slipped off one shoulder and cozy shorts.
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