" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "

Toshinori couldn't remember the last time he'd had a cupcake. After his injury, he'd lost his stomach (don't ask him how that works), and he hadn't really eaten food for... a long time. He'd always enjoyed the taste of... stuff, and while it was nice to at least put food in his mouth, he always had to spit it out later. His favorite flavor of anything had always been coffee, though, and it was his one exception. When he was still a human, he'd gotten a coffee almost every Sunday morning and downed it all. And then threw it up later. Because it had no place to go. But that wasn't the point.

Of course, now he had his stomach back, and he was hungry. Toshinori wasn't about to just take what he didn't deserve, though. He had promised himself that he'd catch everything he needed and nothing more, and he was sticking to it quite adamantly. Still, though, the sweet smell of desserts lured him to the public kitchen without his even knowing. Maybe he just needed to give up on the whole 'earning his catch' thing for a bit. Cheat the honor diet just a little bit.

The serval marched like a zombie into the kitchen. His whole figure looked tired, but a rosy glow surrounded his face. He missed cupcakes so much. His favorite had always been lemon flavored with vanilla frosting, but any kind would do. As long as he got a bite, he would be content for weeks on end.
"Hello!" he chimed, but he sounded like he could collapse. Not that that was particularly abnormal, these days. He'd promise to take care of himself sometime soon- he had to set an example for Midoriya, a practice-what-he-preached kind of a thing. "Miss Nui. Midoriya-shonen. Kirishima-shonen."
He nodded to each of his clanmates in sync with their names, tail twitching. At the mention of help, his ears pricked. He had always wanted to get into baking- was it too late to start now? Considering he had no hands, he figured it would be a challenge, but who knew? Nui would probably do most of the work anyway. She seemed pretty into this kind of thing.

"I can also assist you if you are in need!"

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Baking was something that Lewis enjoyed a lot so he would walk over with his ears angled forward in interest, he would have offered his services but he was a bit dead and unsanitary which bummed him out quite a bit though he offered a toothy grin nodding slowly "I'd help but I'm pretty sure I got a lotta germs. . . I bet they'll be great though!" He piped in glancing down at his forepaws, the demonic entity would let out a soft sigh watching as the gases that would come out of his jaws for a moment only to wince a bit hearing an all so familiar voice 'You'd be able to bake like anyone else if you did me a favor, Lewis.' His ears pinned against his head trying to tune out the other yet he could still hear Mystery speaking to him 'There's two of them right there. Just pick one then it'll be over. This suffering of yours.' The pixie bob would take a deep breath in which felt painful yet he could already see an eggplant hued buttercup growing near his paw yet he didn't hesitate to crush it before anyone could see, his gaze lowered to the ground. They might have been empty husks to him but he wouldn't be able to put someone through such a hectic thing as this, what he was going through. Never.