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Authors note

- Hey so COVID just simply doesn't exist in this universe. I do not condone not following social distancing rules lol! Stay safe bubs, luv you guys <3

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Clay
what does Baka mean?

you
LMAOO WHY?

clay
my sister keeps calling me it and then spiralling into laughter.
Every 10 minutes.
Is it a tiktok word?

you
LMAOO
U REALLY ARE A BAKA

clay
TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS
ITS not a real word is it?

you
it means cool

clay
🙁🙁🙁
just searched it.
walked into a weird audio. I don't wanna talk about it.

You
AHHHAHAHA
IM SORRY

clay
⁉️😡
I'm trying to get into baking.

you
little random but okay.
HEY , we should bake together 😁😁

clay
you asking me on a baking date y/n?
little sus

you
i'll ask someone else then :)

As I am about to turn off my phone, it lights up with Clay's contact name, two circles under his name, I smile as I accept the phone call. "I have an idea," He says in a sing-song voice as I connect to the call, his voice enthusiastic.

"Enlighten me Clay-balls," I laugh, we hadn't called one another in a week or more, hearing his voice instantly made me feel better.

"I was thinking maybe we should send each other recipes to follow and bake the recipes together" He explains, I can hear him typing on his laptop. "What's your favourite dessert?"

"uhh," I think "Im not good at baking so whatever recipe you're sending me, I probably will fail to make"

"Hey we should get each other siblings to try the food to see if it's actually good"

"Like a baking challenge?"

"Exactly y/n"

"So what does one get if they win said baking challenge?" I laugh.

"worry about that when you win, which probably won't happen" a chuckle escaping his words.

"acting like a baka," I joke, trying to maintain my laughter "well I have zero ingredients so-"

"Neither do I, we should go to the store and buy everything at the same time" He suggest again.

I smile at his response "Fine" I give in. "Baking challenge it is."

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"what the fuck is a chocolate souffle?" He playfully shouts into the phone, echoing in my room since the call is on speaker, as I throw on some clothes to go to the store. I had purposefully picked one of the most difficult things to bake, practically setting himself by for failure. "I picked icecream mochi for you and you picked chocolate souffle?" he repeats.