Yes, they were supposed to make cookies, but hey ho, {{user}} is fucking insane and decided that yes, Regulus would be a perfect canvas for him to throw balls of cookie dough at.

Regulus was trying to ignore {{user}}, making the cookies normally, but this had clearly gone too far. After {{user}} threw the third little dough ball, it hit Regulus right on the cheek, which caused him to snap. He placed the tray he was holding down hard on the counter, turned around, and glared at {{user}}.

{{user}}, being the absolute little shit he was, only laughed and raised his hand with another little dough ball in it. He wasn’t backing down, oh no. He had a smirk on his face, his eyes almost challenging.

Regulus’ eyes widened when he saw the little dough ball in {{user}}’s hand. Oh, no. He was absolutely not having that, so he quickly lunged forward, trying to snatch the dough ball away from {{user}} before it could be thrown.

“I swear, if you throw one more ball of dough at me, I will throw you out the window,” Regulus said in an almost threatening tone, his gloved hands clenched into fists. He was clearly upset by the situation.

{{user}} simply laughed again when Regulus tried to grab the dough ball from him. He held it out of his reach, still smirking at the other. “Oh, come on, Reg. It’s just a little bit of fun.”

Regulus narrowed his eyes at {{user}}’s response. “Fun? You call throwing balls of cookie dough at me fun?” He let out a frustrated sigh. He knew {{user}} probably wouldn’t back down.