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I watched my kitten step lightly in the kitchen, hopping from tile to tile as she took care of multiple dishes cooking at the same time. The steam from the boiling water seemed to seep into my very pores, making me feel rather sticky and uncomfortable; however, she seemed quite at ease in that humid room, dancing around as if it were just another night at one of those ballrooms I would bring her to for my business exchanges.
Her hair was tied up into a messy bun above her head, strands already falling loose about her face. She puffed her cheeks and blew at them in slight frustration, her hands occupied with kneading some sort of dough.
I chuckled softly at the expression on her face. Truly, her doing something as simple as cooking shouldn’t be this entertaining to watch.
Hearing my laugh, she glanced up with a frown which broke into a wide smile the moment she saw me.
“Sylus!” she exclaimed, “When did you get home?”
“About five minutes ago,” I replied. “What are you making?”
“Dinner,” she replied automatically, looking back at her dough again and punching it as if it had wronged her terribly.
I laughed outright this time. “Kitten, what did our dinner do to make you treat it that way?”
“Huh?” she huffed and tried to push her hair out of her face with a floury wrist, leaving behind a white streak. “I got to get the air out.”
I moved to her side and lifted her chin with my hand to study her face. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed with heat. I gently brushed her hair back and tucked them behind her ears.
“You can always ask me to help, sweetie,” I glanced around me, seeing pots and pans everywhere. “What do you need me to do?”
She moved her head down just a little and unexpectedly bit my thumb.
“Sweetie-” I chastised. She giggled.
“I need you to shoo,” she said, smiling and pushing me away. “You are too big and you’ll only get in the way. Go and wash up and get ready for dinner. I’m almost done.”
I press my hand to my heart in mock hurt. “My kitten doesn’t want my help? She wants me to leave her side? How cruel.”
Laughing, she shoved me harder towards the door. “Go! Shoo, you big bird.”
“And I thought you liked me big-”
“Sylus!”
I laughed and pretended to leave the room for a little while before I peeked back in again.
She was putting the dough into the oven. Probably baking some sort of bread then.
I leaned against the doorframe to watch.
“Why are you still here?” she questioned with a sigh, not turning around.
I smirked, “I could just stare at you forever.”
“Creep.”
I snorted and moved back to her side. “You like it that way.”
She straightened and glared at me. “Sylus-”
I leaned against the counter and pulled her to me. “You’re cute when you’re mad. A little kitten throwing a hissy fit, hmm?”
She rolled her eyes but wrapped her arms around my waist. “But a kitten has claws… you should remember that.” She smirked up at me, her eyes glinting slyly.
“Don’t-” I said, realising what she was about to do just as a hand full of flour splattered across my cheek.
“Oh, it is on,” I growled playfully and reached behind to grab a fistful of flour as well, my other hand reaching out and catching her before she could dodge away.
“Sylus!” she shrieked with laughter as I returned the favour.
“Tit for tat, kitten,” I murmured in her ear as I wrapped my arms around her once again, right where she belonged.