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[pineconesarecrunchy]

Pâtissier

(Rime Solano Varela x gender neutral Reader)

You want to enjoy the afternoon but Rime wants flan, but both of you have no money. How will you compromise?

…

“Surprise!”

As Rime unfolds the blindfold off of your eyes, the sun stings as you adjust to the new setting of...a bunch of trees?

“Why are we in the woods?” You ask.  Rime stands in front of you as bright as ever smiling from ear to ear. 

“You always said you would love to go hunting.” he says slyly.

“That was when I first met you, you attacked me with your big deer-”

“Past is past!”

“That’s not what you thought when you faced Felix-”

“Do you want to see the rest of the surprise or not because I can leave you here in the middle of the woods, and you don’t know the way

 back to the main road because you were blindfolded.” He snarls and looks annoyed. You can’t help but feel a bit glad for teasing him. Seeing him frustrated brings you a sense of joy. Serves him right because when he first met you everything was Felix this Felix that. Ironic how he cannot shut up about how much he misses his ex while trying to move on with you. What’s even worse is both of you have to stay in his ex’s library while Felix finds out how to bring you back to Earth. You let out a sigh.

“Fine.” you mumble, but he does not look the least satisfied. He whines and snaps his fingers. The surplus of trees once around you melt away like tissue paper dissolving in water. The once comforting smell of pine and earth goes away back to the dust and must smell of the library. 

“Why aren’t you pleased with a thing I do? I make a mirage for you you go,” he closed his eyes and clears his throat and transitions to his best worst impression of you “ughh why are we in the woods.”

“I do not sound like that.”

“Well when you complain you do. I have another idea why don’t we...” he springs up off the ground. “Go to a cafe?”

“Are you asking me on a date? What would Felix think?” You cannot tell is Rime is BS-ing or he is serious. Can you trust Rime alone outside? Felix told you to keep a low profile because if anyone recognizes Rime we would all be in major trouble. Also under Felix’s library it seems like Rime can’t do any major harm to you,,but Rime seems so kind in this moment. He seems like he is being honest too...

“Who cares about that bit-,” he catches himself, “what that boy thinks. To hells with him! I can’t stay cooped up in this place anyways. I want to roam, explore, with you.” He looks at you with a smirk.

“No.” he gawks, you smile. “I’m just pulling your tail.”  You say jokingly.

“Oh I bet you wish you could.” he says eluding something else. This man.

You two exit the library with Rime in disguise, not one magic boy, knight, or blundering cat man in sight. Rime is talkative on the way talking about his favorite sweets. He seems a bit curious about food on Earth. Needless to say if he was there he would probably run a food blog, the way he describes flavors of the things he tasted in Astraea sound so detailed. He describes in a way only someone with a skilled tounge er exquisite palate taste would. As you two get closer to the bakery you can see the crowd of people inside it. As a group squeezes their way exiting through the door, a warm familiar smell escapes and it hits your nose. It smells just like a bakery on Earth. The rose tinted windows adorn with assortments of dried flowers and the front windows are aligned with little treats and pastries on doily lined cake towers. The selves in the back of the cafe are aligned with treats as well. Rime looks at them in admiration.

You are just about to open the door of the bakery just as Rime grabs your arm and says. “We can’t go in I don’t have money.”

“How the hells-why the hells- I- Rime? Why would you ask your date out, bring them to the location, and torture them to look at the food they can’t eat because you know darn well that I am broke.” 

“We go in and take pastries.” He says nonchalantly rolling his eyes, as if it was obvious. 

"That’s stealing!”

“Okay and?” his tone sounds a bit stressed and angry as if he thought you were on the same page as him. His eyebrows are raised and arms crossed tapping his dainty finger on his chiseled arm waiting for a response.“You have another idea?”

No... 

But, do you want to admit Rime is right? He is suggesting something that would be a major no-no on Earth but what goes the same for here? Stealing is the exact opposite of wanting to keep the low profile, but the cafe is crowded... it would be hard to notice...

 “What if we borrow it, get money from Felix or Anisa, and then return to pay them back?” you suggest.

“So basically what I said minus the paying back.” He retorts.

“No, we are borrowing without returning the pastries. Instead we will be returning money...tomorrow, next week; sometime not today.”

“That is the worst idea I have ever heard, and this is coming form someone who put up with Felix in-”

“I said what I said.” He rolls his eyes and heavily sighs. 

“You said what I said! Ugh, whatever! No one will notice.” He storms into the cafe dragging you by the wrist.

Lead by his pompous attitude, he squeezes through the crowd of people. The people are colorful from their horns, tails, ears, or clothes. He was right, no one did notice us or bat an eyelash. We grabbed pastries off the stand and placed them into a basket, trying to not damage their delicate adornments. Rime has his eyes set on one of the desserts in the back of the cafe. The flan in a freezer. He smirks and you have a premonition.

“There is hardly anyone over there, Rime if you go someone will catch us.” you warn.

“Catch me. I’m going to get that alone.” He hands you the basket to hold.

“But-”

“Just stay put, this isn’t my first time “borrowing” before.” He winks and is off. Sneaking up to the freezer, I look around for any workers. He grabs one cup of flan and holds it in his elbow...then he takes another? and another?? What is he trying to do is he trying to get caught-

“Hey you! Stop it! Thief!” I turn around to the voice. It’s not coming from a cafe worker in uniform, it’s coming form a small child sitting in a booth facing the freezer. The child is pointing at Rime screaming hysterically “Bad deer! Thief! Bad deer! Thief!” Rime looks at you like a deer caught in headlights holding a flan cup in his mouth. 

You have never seen him move this fast before as he runs toward you and grabbing you by the wrist once again and pulling you out the door. The workers chase after you as you make a sharp turn around the block and suddenly WHAM! The ground underneath you falters and you’re falling through the air and bodyslam into something hard it crinkles.

Your head is pounding as you look up. The basket once filled with pastries is no where to be seen, but it’s contents are scattered all around you except for a cup of flan which landed perfectly underneath your face. The crinkling was the plastic container for the flan! Rime’s flan is all over your face and couch beneath you...Oh no. You look around, Rime brought you back into Felix’s library, but where is he? You feel a tap on your right shoulder, but turn to see no one then feel something wet on your left cheek. Your reflexes get the best of you.

“OW! Hey!” Rime stumbles a bit back rubbing his forehead.

“What were you doing?!”

“Eating my flan?” He says still trying to assemble himself. It doesn’t take long until a smirk reappears on his face. “It tastes better than I remember.”

“You’re disgusting!” He rolls his eyes.

“I was trying to take back some of what was mine since you crammed your face into it.” He looks at you like a little kid who had their candy stolen. Well..how is that different form now?

“Well sorry it’s my fault for falling perfectly onto your dessert from the escape route you summoned.” You mumble. he looks baffled but kind of hopeful.

“Can I taste some more?”

“NO!” He laughs and you try to wipe the rest of the sticky flan residue off your face. Rime joins you on the couch. He rolls over onto his stomach, elbows on the couch with his face in his hands, looking up to you.

“Felix can never learn about our borrowing.” he says. “Or me trying to savor the dregs of my flan.”

“I’ll make up for your flan.” His eyebrow perks up. “Not in the way you’re thinking of though.”

“What I’m thinking? Tell me what I’m thinking.” He says slowly with a smirk. You roll your eyes. 

“I could try to replicate the flan...become my own pâtissier.”

“A pâtissier?”

“Someone who specializes in making desserts on Earth.”

“You wouldn’t need to become one if you can offer me something more better. Your body perhaps?”

“I won’t repay you if you keep making those comments.”

“You literally took my body-soul thing,” he huffs out some air, “whatever.” A few seconds of silence past until he closes his eyes and slowly leans closer to your face. Is he going to kis- “Gods you still smell like the flan.” He groans. You playfully hit him with a pillow.

“I’m just ‘pulling your tail’!” He says giggling.

“Oh you wish!” You both laugh away. The day was eventful and a bit ...fun with Rime’s mischievousness. Maybe you should have rendezvouses with him more often. Maybe he isn’t so bad. The library’s musty smell seemed to turn sweet from the bakery. Maybe the events at the bakery have a turn of heart too.

…

uhh h

Wrote this off Rime’s mbti, which is the same as Micheal Scott from The Office. So I thought,

“What would Michael Scott do?” and here we are