fandomhigh | Cupcake War Crimes, Take 2, Thursday [8/4]

The Home Ec room was, thankfully, free of any and all creepy alien rocks. The teachers were still aliens but whether or not they were creepy was probably debatable.

Anders wasn't creepy! He'd argue as much, at least. He did, however, look a lot more serious than normal today. (Not to say cupcakes weren't serious business, but . . .)

"I hope to gods you guys are staying safe out there," he began, looking around the classroom to take stock of who was there and who wasn't, and wondering how in the hells he'd turned into a responsible guy. (Also: note how he wasn't admonishing them to stay inside and out of the thick of things.) "Seems like a good day to have a pretty stress-free sort of bake-what-you-want session. Long as it fits in a cupcake tray, I'm not gonna judge today."

Stark (who would readily admit to the occasional bout of creepiness) would probably still judge pretty harshly if you did something foolish like putting fish in your cupcakes, but he'd do it silently. No reason to add to the stress, but fish were really kind of unforgivable. Unless you were somehow not in your right mind. "So, go ahead and make something. Anything."

"Unless you have somewhere else you need to be," Anders added with a knowing look. "We've been there, we get it. Just take it easy, okay, guys?"

"Try not to get hurt," Stark said softly. He was planning on heading over to the clinic at some point to see if he could be of any help, but he'd rather not have to see any of you there. He'd rather not see anyone there, but he knew better than to hope for that.

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"I'm not fat," he scowled. "And there's monsters outside," he added. So... pretty much a yes.

Sam bit down on the urge to tell Toby that he looked pretty damn monstrous himself since that wasn't gonna help anything.

"Well, I didn't really wanna bake cupcakes today," he said and moved towards Toby quickly, forgetting about the whole touching thing because he was gonna grab the other boy's shirt and try and drag him out of the classroom as best he could.

This was gonna be one of those times he wished he was bigger and bulkier like those juiced freaks he'd seen in the gym sometimes.

Fortunately for Sam, Toby really wasn't fat- he really fell more on the scrawny side of the scale. "If she drinks my blood," he bitched as Sam dragged him off, "I'm blaming you."

"If she drinks your blood, I'll loan you some of mine," Sam quipped, curling his fingers tightly into Toby's shirt and physically dragging him out of the class.

He kind of wanted to ask why Toby thought someone was gonna drink his blood but then again, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He knew a vampire but she hadn't ever done her vampire thing in front of him.

Stark took a couple of steps towards the boys as they headed for the door, then hesitated for, unsure if he ought to be interfering.

"Be careful," he called after them, having decided that Sam seemed to have the situation under control for the moment. He'd go down to the clinic later to check on Toby.

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