cake「 mark 」

7

when jackson came in with yet another cake, mark was starting to get a bit apprehensive about all of this.

"at this rate, we're gonna run out of room in the fridge," he said, running a hand through his hair like he usually did when he was unsure of something.

"well, look at the bright side," jackson said, cutting the tape with practiced efficiency. "we've saved a ton of money on groceries."

"jackson, you're, like, obsessed with health."

"i'm also obsessed with wealth; i'm a college student for fuck's sake."

mark couldn't argue with that.

"i'm sorry i booby-trapped your room with rat traps and flypaper." 

jackson scoffed at the words written in black, cutesy letters over the white background decorated with little flies.

"you never know what he'll do next."