#Nice and swickly sweet >:)

[oculusxcaro]

🍳 [Rorschach will beat up Khare's landlord for being a creep and a lazy slob (งಠل͜ಠ)ง ]

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Ever since the landlord came back from hospital, life had improved considerably. Things had stopped disappearing from her apartment other than the snacks that Khare left specifically for Rorschach to enjoy whenever he needed to lay low for an hour or two or the use of utilities he couldn't access out on the streets. She didn't mind, even when he didn't clean up after himself because it wasn't that big of a deal and she'd come to adore him as a friend. Khare wondered briefly how things might have turned out had she never ran into the masked vigilante. It wasn't a pleasant thought, not after some of the close calls she'd had that had been prevented because of him, be it because of his street smarts and natural disposition to violence making him right at home in a city as unfriendly as Gotham. As aloof as Rorschach could be, she did consider him a friend, a good one and wanted to do something nice for him, but what? Food was always a good choice since the man never carried anything other than the bare necessities, not trusting anything but canned food he could carry around. More tins of food wouldn't be turned away, she imagined, but maybe he'd like something else? Cold tins of beans day in and day out had to get boring, even if he didn't seem to like other foods very much. Khare perked up. There was something Rorschach liked very much, not the healthiest thing exactly but something she had easy access to - sugar. Rorschach loved sweet things, she'd even caught him sucking on sugar cubes, making her think about the sorrel horse she'd grown up watching back home in Hull. The next time she went to Pauli's Diner, Khare had a plan. A simple enough plan that should Rorschach pay a visit tonight, she'd have something nice for him to try - Vanilla Cupcakes with Buttercream Frosting. It wasn't a regular item on the menu but other than the buttercream frosting used for other desserts, a few eggs, sticks of butter and flour wouldn't go amiss in the kitchens. Besides, she needed the icing piper to be able to put the buttercream frosting on top, which was what she suspected Rorschach would be more interested in than the cupcake itself. With fresh vanilla buttercream whipped and whirled, the time came to pipe the stuff on top when the familiar *ting* of the diner entrance caught her attention. "Just a sec, I'll be right with you!" Khare called out as she washed her hands quickly, breaking out into a smile when she saw it was Rorschach. He was in his disguise, hard-lined face impassive as he approached the counter in the same manner he always did. His face free of the scruffy beginnings of a beard marked him as the culprit of the mess in her bathroom the other morning when she came home from work but Khare wasn't thinking to reprimand the man about the untidy way he'd left the place, rather that she had something important to share... "Hey Walter, long time no see! We've got some tins out in the kitchen if you'd like to take them off our hands but we just finished baking too if you'd like something fresh out of the oven? One time special per customer tonight, and since you're the first..." Khare said, retrieving the bag of canned beans along with a plated cupcake topped with extra buttercream. "Thought you might like something different from beans for a change, at no extra charge."