“WELL SHIT, that wasn’t a part of the plan. I swear to god. Even though I had no plan.” With a sheepish grin that turns into a carefree grin, Woosung dismissively waves a hand at caked up Ryan. It just happened to be that Woosung had decided to surprise the male with a belated surprise birthday cake but before leaving the house, Woosung couldn’t resist a sip of his newly acquired raspberry vodka. He swears his imbalance stems from the rushing excitement of surprising Ryan because he had tripped over his own feet to unfortunately thwack the other with his own birthday cake - the contents bursting out from the box to mush all over Ryan from head to toe. “I mean, the tradition is to stuff your face with cake but I wanted you to appreciate the cheap icing on top made by yours truly.” He cutely raises a peace sign to his face before grabbing a lump of cake off the other’s shoulder. “I got only one choice…” With a wicked smile on his lips, he throws it at Ryan’s face to rub it in. “Make a bigger mess out of you!” *
The model looks at his clothes, there’s cake everywhere on his clothes and also on the floor, but he doesn’t feel upset, if anything he just feels silly. And after a moment, he looks up at the other with an amused smile on his face, he arches an eyebrow and tilts his head, narrowing his eyes a little bit while listening to the other. “Hm, sure... I don’t really believe you, Sam. it’s easier to believe you were planning to throw cake at me. But thank you, making a cake for me was really nice of you.” And he chuckles, looking at himself again for a few seconds, and he whines when the other man gets cake on his face as well --- it seems like his clothes aren’t enough, actually. Ryan closes his eyes and whines, bringing one of his hands up to try and clean his face, but he’s quick to take some of the icing from his clothes to attack the taller male with it, rubbing some of the sweet on his cheek as he laughs. “I’ll make a mess out of you too, then! I won’t be the only one covered in cake here.”
