baking with your political (darling) 'rival'

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Milo decided against showering, now that he was more satisfied, and didn't quite mind the scent clinging to him along with the usual sugary one. He made sure his clothes were as neat as ever, however, once he finally got them on. That simply wasn't something he could go without. He splashed his face with water in the bathroom to get himself out of his sexually induced haze, then brushed his teeth. He collected some of his stuff in a messenger bag, shrugging it over his shoulder.

"I'll grab some things from the kitchenette and make you breakfast once we're over there. Multitasking to make up for getting off track for a moment there," Milo told Vince after they were both in the living room space of the dorm, petting his hair.

Nilesy made an appearance from his darkened room, creeping over to the kitchenette first to stuff several bags of chips into his arms. He looked like a little gremlin, heavy bags under his eyes and a shifty, desperate expression on his face. Or, a college student with too many classes and in full finals stress mode.

He gave Milo and Vince one glance and sneered. "I think I'm asexual, he tells me, everyone else is so gross and obnoxious, he snarks. Oh! Maybe I won't have the same college experiences others do around people fucking like rabbits when I'm trying to study, I thought to myself- for years!"

"Naive, naive, naive!" Nilesy threw his hands up with a flourish and a big huff, storming back off to his warlock's cave of a room again.

Milo, bright red, muffled his giggles. "W-whoops. Someone's salty. He's… dramatic, and it's finals. He'll get over it. I think. Uh, let's run before there's any temptation to make this worse." He snagged pancake mix, shoved that into his bag too, and took Vince's hand to drag him off.
 

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Vincenzo clung to Milo's side and drew circles on his chest, chuckling. "I want you to give me the biggest stack of pancakes, big guy." He wasn't sure how that was a sexual euphemism, but anything was a sexual euphemism when said in a particular low voice, really.

They weren't alone. Vincenzo's grin brightened upon seeing Nilesy, all stressed out by finals and looking like a hermit that emerged from his cave after ten thousand years. What a delight! Vincenzo wanted to talk more, but unfortunately, Nilesy was gone before he could think of a comeback. He ran up to his door and made a fast, irritating knock on his door. "You're the naive one! Studying for finals? Just cheat, you big nerd! Hit me up sometime. I'll get you a hot girl and you can drive her up the wall, if you catch my drift."

Giggling, he went back to Milo's side and took his hand, leaving the dorm room to make some food. He placed a quick peck on his cheek. "You think you're asexual, huh? With the way you rode me like a cowboy into the sunset, I wouldn't have thought."

Some people in the hallways looked so salty about them. It was probably because they had time to fuck when they were all so busy studying. So shameless about it too, with the way they looked being any indication. Vincenzo blew kisses at their direction.
 

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Milo wanted to feel bad for Nilesy, his ever loyal best friend, going through tough times and having a roommate that was simply no help at all. Really, he did. But he'd already removed that filter in his head that made him appropriate in social situations, and now the only thing he could do was laugh. He'd apologize… later. Later.

Milo swung their clasped hands when they exited his room and walked down the hall together, face still red. "Thought I was. Past tense. If I'm being honest, I was ace when I was younger. Not everything's set in stone, and it's not like I could've predicted you. Now it's, hm. Demisexual and…" He made a face, then lowered his voice, both flustered and amused. "Vinceromantic." He let his fingers drift over the engagement ring on Vince's hand, the buzz of warm magic from it.

He ducked his head at the other comment, biting his lip. "I'm quick to adapt. Or something like that…" Listen! He's just super gay, god, shut the fuck up.

After they'd walked across campus, entering the building with the culinary classroom he'd managed to hoard and defend for his own purposes (confiscated for official Student Council business was one excuse, though just glaring and being there for hours scared people off enough), Milo got his pancake materials and utensils out of his bag.

"Feel free to start on your cookies while I'm making us breakfast, and ask me if you want to know where anything is," Milo noted as he began to work. "So, finally going to share today's scheme? I'm all ears, and have zero capability for healthy judgment and societal norms in my system." He'd drowned it out with the help of early morning sin. Lovely. "Take advantage of that while you can."
 

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"Vinceromantic?" He chuckled softly. "That's a hell of a romantic orientation, if you ask me." Emphasis on the 'hell'. Still, he got on his tiptoes and kissed him. He was cute.

Once they got into the classroom, Vincenzo took off his jacket and put on one of the standard white aprons in the room. He didn't waste time scouring the shelves and drawers for everything he needed. Vincenzo had practice in confectioneries. Cookies, cookies were low tier desserts. He only needed to expend effort in order to make them. No skill needed except for the pretty decorations.

He started mixing the better. This was the perfect time to explain his evil scheme.

"I'm not sure you've picked it up by now, but I'm not just running because of you. I'm running because I'm fascinated." He tapped his chin, grinning. "I know you hate Trump, but the fact that he has enough idiot people backing him up to be the Republican nominee impresses me. I want to do what he's doing. He's an inspiration to me."

He pulled some trays out and made shapes in the batter. "So, right now, I'm planning on poisoning the whole school with cookies to blackmail them into voting for me. I'll tell them it's a poison without symptoms, and they'll have two days to live. I want to see how they freak out." He vibrated in excitement. "It'll be great!"
 

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As Vince abandoned his jacket again, Milo took a moment to admire the cat t-shirt he had on underneath it. He had sex in that. Milo had sex with him while he was wearing that. Amazing.

Milo watched Vince from the corner of his eyes while making the pancakes, enjoying seeing him busy with his evil cookie efforts. It was endearing, and there was no morality in baking, he looked fucking precious doing it no matter what his intentions were.

"I caught that, it shows in your enthusiasm and creativity," Milo said thoughtfully. He squinted at Vince. "Well, you're painfully prettier and smarter than him, but then again, you're also rich and white. Yeah, I'd say you could pull it off. However, I have a critique. A lot of your ideas are pretty outlandish without mixing in like… some of the garbage stuff people already want. You have to balance it in a certain way. Trump panders to the idiots as well as presenting bullshit that's his own idea. You might just be too creative, Vince."

Milo copied the chin tap. "Taking dumb shit and blowing it up to even dumber extremes, but with a louder more important voice behind it that people can go mob mentality on- that's a useful tactic. Moronic fucks on their own are just that, in a group is when it means something. What else do you have besides the… eating criminals, right? What are you offering them to rally behind? There's at least a little strategy here. Let's hear yours."

He paused to listen to Vince's plan. Then, he burst out laughing. "So… not real poison? Can't have that, but-- oh, oh my god! That'll be wild, I almost regret I won't be able to see it! You're a gift."
 

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Vincenzo circled the counter to lightly shake Milo's arm, shushing him. "I know that, but I don't want to keep experimenting with the same old thing. Look, theoretically, I can rally people against ghosts. I can say shit like, hey guys, ghosts are perverts that watch us when we sleep. If you vote for me, we will put an end to the voyeuristic ghosts, trap them in a vacuum cleaner, and make them pay for it. But I won't." Dramatic pause. "You know why?"

Without even bothering to wait for Milo to ask why, Vincenzo continued. "I want to see how they react to certain techniques, as well as see how many people would still vote for a literal madman. Look." Vincenzo showed Milo a Facebook group on his phone. There was a poll about the next presidential preferences, and Vincenzo was easily in the top three. "What does that tell you?"

Giggling, he went back to his place and started up the oven. "I'm sure having their life literally threatened would be an interesting thing to talk about, won't you agree?"

For a moment, as he looked down on his tray, his face was filled with childlike glee. He grinned and raised the tray so Milo could see the little mounds of heart-shaped cookies on the tray. "Cute, right? I heart you~" He loaded it into the oven after and set the timer.
 

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Problematic Milo with no filter sniggered like an asshole at the idea of trapping real life ghosts in a vacuum cleaner, but smiled and politely shushed otherwise. He nodded. "Alright, I get it, you just started off with 'I want to do what he's doing', which implies certain things."

He looked at Vince's phone curiously. There he was, right up there on the polls with Milo and Lucas. "It's on a smaller scale, but I'd say this is more impressive than Trump now, seeing you're fully going for an all extreme all the time campaign and... still getting results from it. Interesting. People aren't very smart, are they?"

Truthfully, that was part of why Milo wanted president spot. A lot of regular students just didn't know better, wanting to vote for Vince proved that. He did. He always said he didn't want to use this as a popularity contest, or act like he was above those he wanted to represent and protect, and that was accurate. It was just that they hadn't caught on with certain things, and he could give pushes in the right direction

Okay. What the fuck ever, he was definitely above some of these punks, it was extremely difficult to try and deny that, no matter how nice he was going out of his way to be these days. Being too goody when not in the public spotlight really grated on his damn nerves. He needed his breaks.

Milo's smile turned more teasing. "Are you going to write a paper about this after it's over? Nerd. I'd read that." Then, his eyes lit up at the cookies- and what Vince said to go along with them. He scrubbed a bit of pink from his face and grinned. "Yeah. Cute." He was referring to both the cookies and their creator.

He finished up the pancakes and dished them up, tucking syrup under his arm as he carried two plates in his hand. He went over to Vince and hopped on a countertop near him. Milo patted the spot beside him, encouraging Vince to sit with him.
 

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Vincenzo chuckled, shaking his head a little. "No, no... Trust me, they're very smart. Sometimes, people just want entertainment. You underestimate how many me's there are in the world. Mostly because they're too chicken shit to do anything offline."

He tapped out of the programs and made his way to the sink, washing it off. They had a good thirty minutes before the cookies were baked. He flushed a little at the mention of writing a paper. "Look, it would make a legitimate Psychology paper. Did you read about the Stanford prison experiment? Oh man. That one was my favorite."

Vincenzo climbed the counter excitedly and snuggled up to Milo's side. "Do these have blueberries or chocolate chips? I love sugar that clog up my arteries." He opened his mouth, indicating that he wanted to be fed, because he was a spoiled and lazy baby.
 

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"Agree to disagree. Off the record? The majority of people are fucking pathetic idiots and I'm not budging from that," Milo stated, edges of his tone harsh. "Starlight and Manta Carlos? Nice places. For the most part. Doesn't change anything completely, though. Anyway, I'm not sure wanting entertainment in a way that puts yourself and your own future in danger can ever qualify as smart, no matter how self aware one is with it."

He frowned, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking himself off. "Sorry. Too far. I'm just tired." He turned his head and smiled at Vince instead of going on. "Which is why I said I'd read it. Also, your papers are always good, I'd read any of them unless it got seriously deep into technical, scientific jargon. And yes, I have. I'd heard of it before, and my new textbooks cover it." If Milo had any personal fascination with psychology, it was cold and predatory, as well as something to be used.

Milo set Vince's plate in the other's lap, then put his arm around him, kissing the top of his head. "Both. I may be, uh, a little bit out of control, but you'll like them, I promise." He cut up some pancake and fed it to his adorable bratty cat husband.