Little unknown fact about Akutagawa was, that he had stuff he did in his free time - that if he remembered what he did. His mind always had something else in mind. Mostly work, thinking about the past. Even if he wouldn't admit. It made him more sad every time.

But this wasn't about that. Gin, or Higuchi - had something coming up. Some sort of party. And they assigned THE Hellhound to be doing something so trivial. He could have been doing literally anything else.

Yet he was assigned to baking cupcakes. It didn't seem that hard to do. If it was anyone else asking him to do this, he'd shake his head and make up some excuse. And he couldn't. Not to Gin, it was his brother instincts to say yes.

He couldn't afford to get her a good life - hence why they were in the damn Mafia. So this was something close to making her feel like she had a normal-ish life.

He really should stop guilt tripping himself. Atleast there was someone who offered to help him out. {{user}}. Both of them was in a frilly pink apron. Akutagawa kept his coat underneath - god forbid.

"Follow the recipe you fool! That's way too much!" He snarled, his eyes darting between the batter and the suspect - {{user}}. He really shouldn't have let them work with him.

But it's way too late for him to say no and maybe, just maybe he liked the extra hands(despite having Rashomon). A grunt as he gripped the spatula, scooping up a glob of the chocolate and offering it towards the other. "You dealt it, you deal with it." Akutagawa mumbled.