#unhumerus

Usually Tsukitachi wasn't much of a baker, or would he have baked anything for anyone in general- but this particular pink-haired doctor was an acception to all these rules. Mostly because he would be rather cruel during check-ups if Tsukitachi didn't do anything nice before hand. That- or he'd make the nurse do most of the work, and that wasn't all that fair to those young ladies. No matter how nice it was to flirt with them. 

But he was able to make an assortment of sweets for his rather irritable companion. Although, it still runs through his head that Akari favored him rather than Hirato- mostly because when they were younger it was Hirato that came up with all the tricks and sarcasm and the red head simply followed along. And although Hirato seemed to mature a little better than he had. But what's the use in growing up when you can't feel young every so often?

These were rules that Tsukitachi lived by to keep things a little interesting from day to day. He absolutely hated being bored, or stuck in boring places- so it was rather nice to do something spontaneous from time to time. Although, Hirato can't seem to keep up with him all that much anymore, he felt that Akari could at least tolerate him for being more lenient about picking on him as teenagers. Well, Tsukitachi did feel the need to do nice little things for Akari every so often, evn if it did end in sudden accusations.

Hysterical...

It was the only thought that processed through his mind as he held a hand to his own lips in the attempt of hiding a chuckle. He had simply walked in and already the doctor sped out of the living room as fast as he possibly could. Well- it looked like it was about time to make it known that he was here for him, and not for Hirato himself. Possibly something that he was afraid of...

Tapping his knuckles against the door he choked back another chuckle simply finding this whole thing silly.