“Oh my god, {{user}}! You’re getting in the way!”

You scoffed, irritated by Eric nagging you. “Well, maybe if you moved your fat fingers away, I’d be able to ice this thing properly!”

You and Eric were competing in a gingerbread house contest. It was on short notice, and you had no skills. Here you were now, trying to get the walls to hold together and dealing with Eric’s hands in the way.

“{{user}}, I swear on my mother’s grave if you get icing on my hand again I’ll end you.”