CANDY STORE - o, cupcake decorating

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob loved any sort of sweet. Then again, he loved food in general. When he heard someone call for the opportunity to decorate a cupcake, the boy stood and made his way over as fast as he could, his tail wagging in a blur behind him and a wide smile on his maw. "These look real good! 'N ya' got such pretty colors for the frostin'! You'll have ta' show me how ta' bake 'em sometime. I make a whole lotta' cookies n' brownies n' fudge but I ain't ever made cupcakes or any kinda' cake things in general," he stated before glancing towards Jersey. He didn't fail to notice his big brother's comment but he soon added, "Oh, ya' shouldn' bother someone ya' jus' met, Jers. I can make one for ya' if ya' really want." He then glanced to Killua and initially appeared confused by the other boy's statement. His eyes then lit up as he seemed to understand and he forced his head down, trying to hide a growing smile. He didn't want to support someone else picking on Jersey, though he did make a mental note to use that 'old man' comment when he was particularly upset. He knew this wouldn't end well and he was sure that soon enough someone would be covered in frosting and he didn't want it to be him (did he? The more he thought about it, the less sure he was). No, he'd save any teasing for now. Now that they were living so close together, Jacob wanted to do something to garner a little mercy should Jersey ever find his journal. His big brother couldn't read but there were plenty of drawings for it to not be a mystery regarding the contents and he wanted to keep that to himself for now. 

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