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01 - Bake a Pretty Cake (ota)

WHO: Angeal and whoever wants to bother a man throughout a week
WHAT: Roosters and bread oh my
WHERE: Town
WHEN: The vague existence of October
WARNINGS: none planned

SUMMARY: As a practical man with goals, Angeal has a lot of things he wants to do to make sure his household is doing okay. This means things like re-establishing his bakery, and carrying a rooster. The rooster is important. Don't worry about it.

A - Agriculture

While the autumn air makes things somewhat cool, that doesn't seem to be a matter that's bothering Angeal as he pushes a wheelbarrow along the more residential streets, filled with dirt. He does take a break occasionally as he goes about his business constantly, sometimes carrying little bags on top of the dirt. "You would think dragons could have better timing, rather than right at fall," he says during such a break to anyon who joins him. There's the faint glimmer of gold up along his hairline, horns that are just starting to appear. He doesn't seem happy about it.

B - Bakery Remade

For those making their way through Town today, they may come across one of the empty not-residential buildings with its doors wide open. There are a variety of encounters to be had with this simple fact...

For example, early morning may find anyone passing directly in front of the doors having a face full of dust. Angeal's voice comes from inside. "Ah, shit, sorry. You alright? I was just cleaning this place out. Need something to get the dust out of your mouth?

By noon, a pleasant smell is wafting out of the newly cleaned out bakery. Anyone is welcome to step right inside, as the doors have been left open for the time being. It's not a big fancy place or anything, but there are a couple of tables for anyone who'd like to sit, and a good amount of space behind the counter. Angeal is hard at work kneading more dough as bread bakes in an oven, fairly content with how things are going for the time being.

When evening finally rolls around, Angeal can be found relaxing right outside the bakery with a decently sized piece of wood in his hands that he is making a commendable go of carving words into. "I should have asked for a smithy," he says casually to anyone who slows down enough to linger. "I don't know anything about woodcarving."

C - Cock

Angeal has a rooster tucked underneath his arms at the market.

None of the locals are batting their eyes about this.

Other people at the market, however, may have different reactions. They may especially have different reactions when the roster (otherwise being a pissy little football hisses at them.

"Sorry about that," Angeal says casually. "He's not happy about the situation."

D - Do Whatever

[The wildcard catch all option, for interacting with Angeal however you want]

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"We're going to be hitting winter soon, of course I'm keeping them closed." Yes, he knows that wasn't what this guy meant.

"Anyway, that's why it's even more important to have them know where to go. I'll be counting on some of these guys and gals to keep rodents out of our house over the winter, you know."

Popp starts oozing closer again because he's embarrassed about his incredibly legitimate tactical retreat.

"Right, mice and so on. Don't they have cats where you come from?"

Angeal lets Popp take his time for as long as he needs. Frankly, in some ways, this is also good for his rooster to experience... for all that the little hellion is indicating murderous intent with his beady bird eyes.

"We have cats, but chickens are more prone to immediate violence," he says, simple and matter of fact.

So, you know.

There's that.

"Anyway, if anything, I'm more of a dog person... but for right now, with just a small thing going on, focusing on the chickens is the better play. The rooster and a couple of friends will be guards enough, and a hen in the house can deal with the mice. Efficiency over everything else, since we're going to be hitting cold months any time now." Still, he sighs wistfully. "Although if you come across a dog who could use a home, let me know..."

He gets close enough to realize that he has to crane his neck to look this man in the face instead of staring at his incredibly worrying and unruly cock the whole time and then takes a step back.

"You got it - I like dogs all right when they belong to someone else, but I don't want to get licked in the face by a big floppy tongue every morning. Where would I go to drop one off if I find one? By the way, if you want to know where to never drop a rooster off, it's the house with this sigil on the door," He taps his tabard. "on the northwest side of town."

Getting to know people is a vital part of small town life! Popp is not going to admit that he comes from a small town, he wants to come off as worldly, but he does know how being neighborly works.

"The other guy who lives there is Avan, and I'm Popp. He does a little bit of everything, and I'm a mage."

If he could only know that he was talking to yet a third person in his life who is desperate to pretend he isn't a hick, Angeal would find this entire conversation even funnier than it already is.

For now, however, he remains blissfully unaware of this fun fact of life, and just adjusts the ferocious fowl he's still carting around.

"I'll keep the sigil in mind," he says with a nod. "As for any dogs, if it's during the daytime, your best bet is going to be at Annie's Bakes - that is, the new bakery I'm going to be starting up. You know." He jiggles his cock. "When I'm finished handling personal matter."

The way the head of the perilous poultry moves in relation to the body is disconcerting. Why've you got to wave that thing around in public. He's pretty sure that if it was big enough it would try to eat him. The most embarrassing part of all of this is that he could take it in an actual fight, but if you use magic to take down a chicken, you're definitely a loser even if you win.

Okay, so this guy's name is Annie. A little on the cute side, but he can't find it that embarrassing if he's putting it on his storefront.

"You're a baker? I wouldn't have landed on that if I'd had ten tries to guess! How much kneading do you do to end up with those?!"

He flexes and points to where biceps would be on him if they were at all visible. He's got baggy sleeves which mean that there's plausible deniability that he might possibly have a slim chance of having some.

Jeez, this guy is practically adorable. The kind of person who's just walked out into the whole wide world for the first time, if Angeal had to guess by those kinds of reactions. Well, everyone experiences that one way or another, so he'll just take his amusement as he gets it watching him get astounded by all the little things.

Also, maybe if he fucks around a little bit by saying things like, "A little over a decade, give or take, of just nonstop kneading", well.

Listen.

It's in his nature.

Angeal grins, which would be a giveaway to his husband that he's pulling a bit of bullshit here. "Why, looking to make some gains yourself? I wouldn't mind putting you to work if that's what you're after."

Popp would be so indignant about this assessment if he were aware of it. He is mature and worldly and has been to a department store once.

What he does have plenty of experience with is when an instructor of some kind is going to put him through, as you might say, some bullshit. He's been tossed into too many ponds to not clock that smile as pure trouble. Nice try, Annie!

"Not a chance! I'm a mage, a mage! Everyone in a party has their own skills and talents to contribute, and beefing up has nothing to do with mine!"

He's crossed his hands in front of his face like he can ward off the concept of hauling around sacks of flour or whatever tedious hell he's in danger of being suckered into.

"Oh really?" Look at that terrible, terrible grin. It might even be worse than the rooster's sullen gaze of promised gore. At least the rooster is honest and upfront about his intentions, rather than playing friendly.

"Funny. My husband happens to be a mage himself, and yet he's a perfectly muscular kinda guy."

Angeal's husband would also have some choice words if he tried to make him do bakery work, and is kind of cheating in the 'mage' department, but that's a wholly separate matter.

It's fine it's fine Popp hasn't accepted this chicken-toting baker as an authority figure! If he tells him to do pushups he can tell him to shove it!

Anyway he's got a lot of new information to process and boggle at all at once.

"Husband? Hold on, two guys can - no, hold on, what kind of mage works out?! Are you suuuure your man's not a hero?"

As far as he knows, Popp has never actually met a gay person in real life? On the other hand, last year he had never met a dragon knight or a nine foot tall lizardman and that turned out pretty well in the long run. He can be cool and open minded about this!

He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes and leans into the portion of Annie's personal space that doesn't contain an awful bird, because he does have strong opinions on what you call varying classes of spellcasters. The last thing he wants is people to start expecting him to pull out a sword.

Honestly, it's a handy thing that Popp decides to get up in his space like this. Angeal had been prepared for the very mundane conversation of gay marriage, and how laws don't mean anything when you keep getting yanked across time and space anyway, and also he double dog dares anyone to try and keep him and Genesis from marrying when they really settled in on it. So, you know. He'd been taking that in.

And then Popp asks if Gen is a hero, and Angeal can't help the bark of a laugh that leaps out of his throat. Hell, he can't help the belly-sourced guffawing that follows right after. He's not trying, either.

"Shit-" Still laughing, he leans just a little bit on Pop's shoulder. The rooster is starting to act up again at all this ruckus, only adding to the noise, but Angeal ignores it. "Aw, shit, I need to get him to hear that. Can I make you say that again, but on those little stones?"

Hey! Is he the one being laughed at or is it the husband (??) of unspecified profession?? He suspects it is him. He's a little indignant and a little embarrassed, two feelings which pair quite easily. He doesn't move away an inch, though, just taps his foot crossly as he waits for the laughter to subside enough for the big lug to say something coherent at him.

"Maybe - why, what's so funny? Is he a jerk who hates justice or something?"

Technically, him and Genesis were legally criminals once upon a time, but that was more complicated than just saying jerk who hates justice. Instead, Angeal just lets the chuckles ease up and tilts his head to the side. The rooster mimics this, although maybe it's just looking at a passing bug.

"Opposite. He's always wanted to be called a hero ever since we were little dumb kids running around in the boonies."

Oh, got it. This is exactly like teasing your crush, that makes perfect sense. Popp's stormy mood clears up on the spot.

"Sounds kind of like my best friend - he was really embarrassed when everyone in Romos started calling him a hero, but he got used to it."

"Oh, it'd be the opposite with him. He'd ride that sort of high until the end of the world. Probably beyond." For all that he's saying, Angeal can't help sounding anything but entirely fond. Genesis being flamboyant and ridiculous is all a part of his charm.

Still, with that misconception out of the way... Angeal finally leans down to set his cock onto the floor where it belongs.

"So, interested in repeating those words into a stone?"

Fiiiine, he'll do it, he can't not if someone's going all soppy like that and making him think about how it would be so nice to be so comfortable with being in love! Just as long as that cock behaves and doesn't make a mess of his boots while it's down there.

"Yeah, sure, fire it up."

"Great. Thanks a bunch." At least he's gotten pretty used to these things... and the rooster probably won't ruin anyone's shoes. At least, for right now. He seems a little bit more interested in making his way closer to one of the stalls...

Angeal leaves him be. Instead, he just speaks into the stone. "Hey, Gen. Was talking about you at the market, and this guy just said something I thought you'd want to hear."

And with that, he offers the stone to Popp.

"Oh? Is that so?" Comes that suspiciously coy drawl from within the stone. This is either Angeal being a troll, or Angeal wanting to listen to him rant if he had to guess. But as always, he humors his husband regardless. "Go on then."

That tone of voice is more like what Popp expects from a dude who likes other dudes. It's definitely a voice that stands out.

"What I said is that you sound like a real hero, with the sword and magic and all. He really talks you up, you know?"

It is a little embarrassing to gush over someone you haven't actually seen in action but Popp is willing to toss dignity aside for far lower stakes than true love. Can you call it being a wingman if they're already married...?

It's wingman to a continuing happy marriage... or just helping a pair of dorks. Either way, Angeal's grin is sure more than bright enough to make up for how Genesis can't be seen.

"Hear that, Gen? My hero."

The wingman aspect is incredibly important to bring to the marriage table. Hopefully that becomes apparent by the fact Genesis very nearly purrs when he's called a hero, not once but twice even.

"Well, well, it's certainly refreshing to know there are delightfully well-informed people here that can properly recognize that. Thank you. Now don't let Angeal convince you of anything less, either."

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