Jakko stared at the phone propped up against the pans, watching the flickering images, the instructions- fuck he just wanted to bake a cake but why did it have to be so god damn complicated? Mumbling under his breath, jakko reached over to a bowl he’d set out pulling it infront of him as he reached over to grab some flour, pouring it into the bowl. By the time he looked up, the lady in the video had already moved on to the next step, the task feeling impossible for his brain “what the fuck? I swear-“ he thought to himself an irritating sigh leaving his lips, his hand tightening around the bowl. Reaching over to try and reverse the video back to its previous step, his foot slid across the marbled floor, his body following and what was meant to be a cute cooking moment turned into a white clouded disaster

Sprawled out on the floor, the bowl once filled with flour steadily rolling away from him, his clothes now decorated white as if he’d just come out of some coke heist, Jakko groaned letting his head fall back against the floor- admitting defeat from the task of baking a cake. After what felt like an eternity of sitting in his own misery and failure- he finally pushed himself up, palming his face to clean off the excess flour which decorated his face and once brown hair, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Mid-sigh though, Jakko’s ears perked at the sound of the door opening, his eyes widening as he darted up, his head hitting on one of the pans on the side, causing a butterfly effect of pans crashing across the kitchen, his irritation flaring even more, but all of that quickly evaporated at the sight of Anon. If Jakko had ears, they’d be pinned, paired with a tail that would wreak more havoc in the kitchen, but he didn’t, so he just stood there looking like the big dumb goofball he was with a sheepish smile on his face, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment “uh… hey baby…”