𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 ᵎ

࿐         * ₊  park chaeyoung. cis woman. she/her.  ⋆ *    —    welcome to camp zarafa !  KAIA CHO is here from SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA currently working here as a BAKER to help our guests get through their journey of healing and finding themselves once again. they give off these WHIMSICAL, VENTURESOME, SECRETIVE vibe who enjoys KNITTING during their free time for a TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD.

     flustered at being caught, he scrambled for an excuse to save face. “ sorry,” he pressed, immediately averting his gaze in an attempts to look interested at anything than the confectionary between her hands. “ i was reading this book and the, uh, smell had me moving before i could even think. “ he stood, rather uselessly, off to the side as he observed her expert movements. 

     “ what flavor is it? i’ve seen a couple episodes of cake boss, you know, so i’m technically an expert. “ 

                    at  this  point   ,   she  loses  focus  on  the  cake  she’s  doing  to  settle  her  gaze  on  the  stranger  .   for  a  long  time  of  working  here   ,   this  is  her  first  time  seeing  such  a  face  so  she  assumes   ,   he  might  be  a  guest  .     “   i  can’t  blame  you  for  that  one  .   this  smells  really  good  right  now  .   to  be  completely  honest  with  you  though   ,   this  smell  is  new  to  me  too  .   ”     grinning  widely   ,   she  continues  to  finish  off  the  layer  of  the  cake  by  spreading  the  cake  crumbs  all  around  it  . 

          “hey i have a great idea if you’re game.” she cracks a coquettish grin, the hint of mischief strong in her tone. but her idea isn’t anything volatile or remotely dangerous. “we might as well get to know each other, right? so let’s do a cultural exchange. tell me where you’re from and what’s… i don’t know a specialty food from that region.”

                   ☁️      there’s an ethereal quality to kaia’s movements ; and dottie’s convinced that the girl is an angel. how else could the sight of something as mundane as kaia icing a cake fill dottie’s soul with the warmth of a midsummer’s day ? 

                   the soft lilt of kaia’s words draw the girl out of her daydreams. “ h-huh ? me ? just standing here ? watching you ? like a creep ? —— nup, no way ! that’s libel, i’ll sue ! ” dottie quips, nose scrunching gently in a slightly nervous force of habit as she wanders a little closer ; settling herself down on the stool across from kaia with a laugh as warm as honey. “ it smells heavenly in here —— what’re you making ? ” 

                    dark  hues  settle  on  perfecting  the  cake  as  if  her  life  depends  on  it  .   somehow   ,   she  successfully  smothers  the  white  icing  around  the  cake  .   although  not  perfect   ,   it’s  enough  to  let  the  third  layer  stick  .   which  is  just  a  bunch  of  cake  crumbs  she  blended  earlier  . 

                 unsure  of  whether  or  not  to  accept  the  invitation,   lola  stays  frozen  to  her  spot  across  the  room,   fingers  poised  on  picking  at  her  bottom  lip :  an  anxious  habit  she  had  accustomed  herself  to.   “  what  are  you  making ?  ”   she  instead  offers,   pulling  her  legs  up  onto  the  stool  underneath  her  .

       "oh….well i wasn’t really staring at you…” salem chuckled nervously moving over to sit on the stool by the counter as she looks down at the cake a soft smile tugging on the corners of her lips “that cake looks amazing actually what flavor is it?”