@mcmuscs asked: Logan was a menace. This time she'd used a lot of patience, a cutting board, a mug, orange juice, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup. The mug was filled with the juice, the cutting board put on top. The mug and board flipped, cutting board moved out from between mug and table (the mess tidied up), then whipped cream on the once-bottom-now-top of the mug and chocolate syrup on top. She then sat with her own cup of juice, and waited. // random asks ( always accepting )
PETER SHOULD HAVE KNOWN SOMETHING WAS UP the moment he came across a suspicious-looking mug sat right there on the counter. The whipped cream perfectly swirled in an appealing way, with the chocolate syrup swirled on top only making the promise of a warm, sweet drink seem even better. If he thought about it for a little longer, he MIGHT have considered Logan’s tendency to pull elaborate pranks, but he doesn’t end up focusing on that ( and seriously— what could she even do with this?! ).
Head slightly tilted, he moves towards the cup with an excited smile. “Hey, uh, Logan?! Did you make this? It looks really good!” Reaching out towards the handle, he picks it up to check out the drink, orange juice IMMEDIATELY spilling out onto the table and all over him. “Wh- what the hell?!” He exclaims, backing up with the mug still in hand ( and dripping whipped cream no less ). Peter is quickly soaked, the stickiness clinging to his clothes— geez, that’s uncomfortable— and he throws an offended glance towards Logan. “Seriously?! I feel like tricking me with a hot drink is like, a new level of cruel here!”








