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writetomyheart2019-07-19 07:56 pm
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[Team Two] Experimental Cooking
In which a couple of robots quickly learn that cooking with a toddler is more of an adventure than they bargained for...
(welcome to a bizarre crossover universe in which Kinjou from Yowamushi Pedal is the son of Inui/Kaidou from Prince of Tennis, and Inui is in turn the son of Brainstorm/Perceptor from Transformers)
"Well, Shingo, looks like we both need another shower," Brainstorm said.
Next to him, Shingo giggled and shoved his pudgy fist in his mouth to lick off the chocolate that covered it (and most of the rest of the kitchen).
"Tasty, isn't it, kid? Wait, didn't the user manual say there's something I'm not supposed to give you?"
"Percy!" Brainstorm shouted. "Do you have the manual? What does it say about cooking?"
"Don't let the kid eat raw egg?" Perceptor called back.
"Yeah, that was it. Oops. Hey, don't do that okay? It's not good for you." He tugged on the child's wrist, but that only seemed to make him more determined to lick at the batter covering his arms. "Please?" Brainstorm pleaded. "The cupcakes will be ready soon, and we can eat those instead, okay? No, no, why are you crying. Percy!?"
"What?"
"Help! No, put that down. That's dangerous!"
"Coming," Percy called. "Oh...my..."
Brainstorm glanced over his shoulder to where Percy stood in the kitchen doorway taking in the sight of the chaos. Cooking with a three-year-old had seemed like an innocuous enough activity at the start. Who knew flour could spread so far when dropped? And he really needed to speak with Sadaharu about modifications to the mixer; he was fairly certain the batter wasn't supposed to end up on the ceiling. And okay, maybe there were still some stray bits of eggshell underfoot, but so far he'd kept the kid from stepping on any of them. In any case, the finished product was now in the oven, Shingo was no longer playing with the knives, and hopefully Percy could deal with the whole crying part.
"This is quite a...mess," Perceptor said.
"He's crying, Percy. What do I do?"
"Sadaharu mentioned something about a new bath toy, didn't he? Try that. Dump yourself in the tub too while you're at it."
"Ba?" Shingo asked.
"Yeah, bath. Want to show me your new toys?"
"Ba!" Shingo exclaimed, toddling out of the room with Brainstorm in tow.
"Stay off the carpet!" Perceptor yelled after them. "And don't flood the bathroom this time!" With the kitchen now empty, he looked around at the damage. Nothing structural it seemed, just surface issues that could be dealt with easily enough with a mop and some soap. According to the timer by the oven, he had seventeen minutes to create order again. That was probably enough time. If not, it would have to be good enough, since the dryer was going to buzz in nineteen, and he couldn't just leave the clothes to wrinkle, could he?
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(welcome to a bizarre crossover universe in which Kinjou from Yowamushi Pedal is the son of Inui/Kaidou from Prince of Tennis, and Inui is in turn the son of Brainstorm/Perceptor from Transformers)
"Well, Shingo, looks like we both need another shower," Brainstorm said.
Next to him, Shingo giggled and shoved his pudgy fist in his mouth to lick off the chocolate that covered it (and most of the rest of the kitchen).
"Tasty, isn't it, kid? Wait, didn't the user manual say there's something I'm not supposed to give you?"
"Percy!" Brainstorm shouted. "Do you have the manual? What does it say about cooking?"
"Don't let the kid eat raw egg?" Perceptor called back.
"Yeah, that was it. Oops. Hey, don't do that okay? It's not good for you." He tugged on the child's wrist, but that only seemed to make him more determined to lick at the batter covering his arms. "Please?" Brainstorm pleaded. "The cupcakes will be ready soon, and we can eat those instead, okay? No, no, why are you crying. Percy!?"
"What?"
"Help! No, put that down. That's dangerous!"
"Coming," Percy called. "Oh...my..."
Brainstorm glanced over his shoulder to where Percy stood in the kitchen doorway taking in the sight of the chaos. Cooking with a three-year-old had seemed like an innocuous enough activity at the start. Who knew flour could spread so far when dropped? And he really needed to speak with Sadaharu about modifications to the mixer; he was fairly certain the batter wasn't supposed to end up on the ceiling. And okay, maybe there were still some stray bits of eggshell underfoot, but so far he'd kept the kid from stepping on any of them. In any case, the finished product was now in the oven, Shingo was no longer playing with the knives, and hopefully Percy could deal with the whole crying part.
"This is quite a...mess," Perceptor said.
"He's crying, Percy. What do I do?"
"Sadaharu mentioned something about a new bath toy, didn't he? Try that. Dump yourself in the tub too while you're at it."
"Ba?" Shingo asked.
"Yeah, bath. Want to show me your new toys?"
"Ba!" Shingo exclaimed, toddling out of the room with Brainstorm in tow.
"Stay off the carpet!" Perceptor yelled after them. "And don't flood the bathroom this time!" With the kitchen now empty, he looked around at the damage. Nothing structural it seemed, just surface issues that could be dealt with easily enough with a mop and some soap. According to the timer by the oven, he had seventeen minutes to create order again. That was probably enough time. If not, it would have to be good enough, since the dryer was going to buzz in nineteen, and he couldn't just leave the clothes to wrinkle, could he?
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