You were having a pretty bad day—you had to settle a scathing argument between Burt and Celci, since Burt claimed that Celci was always berating his work and critiquing on how he handles his department.

You walk into the mess hall exasperated, desperate for some sort of quiet until noticing a familiar figure digging himself into some sweets—chocolate cake. It didn’t take long for the figure to turn around and notice you—it was Mark.

His face was flustered, smeared all over with chocolate icing. “..want cake?”

Are we deadass?