you just look right in my eyes ⚘ c(o)mfort baking (GE)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

As Vincent joined the two of them near the forge room, Fraggle glanced over and offered him a cheerful smile, bright and welcoming. He was glad to see the other, just as he often was to see most of his other groupmates. He couldn't really think of any he disliked seeing, with the obvious exception being Cleo. Still, he probably wouldn't mind her presence as much if she didn't constant mention eating him, or vaguely threatening him in some way. By comparison, Vincent offered the same feeling of safety and comfort that Arlo and Aesior did for the boy, although to a slightly lesser extent. While he considered Arlo and Aesior to be like fathers, he considered Vincent to be like a sort of kindhearted, quiet uncle.

The rabbit's attention was pulled away from Vincent when Aesior nodded once more, moving over and grabbing a stick, as well. As some dough. Initially, Fragglerock was confused by what was being asked of him. What was dough on a stick meant to accomplish. However, as Aesior gestured for him to come over and help out, he was eager to do so. He hopped over to the fire and coals, finding himself with a surprising lack of fear in the face of them. Despire his small stature, fire and flames had never really filled him with fear or anxiety – although he wasn't really sure why. Had fire also been a comfort to him, in the months of his memory that were now lost to time? He found himself vaguely wondering about it as his paws gripped the end of the stick, gradually turning the dough as it was slowly baked. Even this early the scent of it was enough to make his mouth water, although he tried his best to exercise some self control. It wouldn't be good for him to try and chow down on some half baked dough and end up burning himself, after all.

The boy would move back whenever Aesior came to turn the stick bread himself, blue eyes briefly scanning over the feline as he did so. Although Fraggle didn't really know the circumstances of why Aesior had chosen to bake right this second, he didn't really need to. As long as his and Vincent's presences helped the other feel some sense of companionship or comfort, that was really more than enough for the young rabbit to be happy. In fact, he found his short tail twitching happily behind him, offering a similarly warm grin in Aesior's direction whenever the other glanced over. Before long, he found himself talking, mainly just to fill the air. He felt the need to be a driving force in the presence of both Aesior and Vincent, considering both of the older Golden Eye members were so quiet all the time. So, he found himself musing aloud, head tilting to one side, "You know... I've never done anything like this before, I don't think. Still, it's really fun! Everything smells so nice, and it keeps your paws occupied... I think I'd like to learn a little bit more about it in the future. You wouldn't mind teaching me, right Aesior?" He glanced up at the other, not really expecting any kind of negative response. Aesior was always so kind to him, and the other always seemed eager to help out or teach him things, even if his muteness made it a little harder for them to communicate.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]