“dude!” matt jumps back with a fake offended gasp, his hands raising above his head as he abandons the spatula in the bowl of cake mix. there’s cake-batter on his nose, as you leaned to try annoy him; his cheek covered in flour from your last attempt. a smile breaks out onto his features, and he turns to look at you. when you’re not looking, he flicks a bit of icing onto your chin, a little giggle escaping him as he watches your reaction.