forum Gay AF Roleplay (Closed)

Started April 10, 2018 by @AliaGF

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(I'm assuming he's in the house with us) Michael finished his sandwich, and eyed the bag of popcorn. "Um…Can I have some?" he asked awkwardly

Mitchell laughed lightly and tossed him the bag. "You didn't really have to ask, I wouldn't have even cared if you just took it out of my hands."

"But that's…rude?" Michael said, staring in confusion and slight disbelief at the bag in his hands. It would have taken him a month to save up for a box of popcorn, and he hadn't had any in what felt like forever

Mitchell leaned against the counter, looking Michael up and down for a moment. "Yeah, it is for most people. But if you want popcorn from me, then take some." He looked over at his fridge. "I'm half tempted to just send you home with a fuckload of food now."

"No, no, it's cool! Really, I'm good!" He did seem to consider it for a moment before telling himself no, instead opening the bag of popcorn and grabbing a handful of popcorn out

"I'll probably end up doing it anyway."

"I have a job, I can buy food," Michael insisted, somehow halfway through the bag already. He probably shouldn't be eating as much as he was, but decided to not care

"What's wrong with extra food?" He asked, now grabbing a back of pretzels and munching on them. "Do you want some actual food? I'm hella good at cooking."

"No, you don't have to cook! We're just having a house party dude, you don't cook at a house party. Besides, I've lived on fast food this long," he said, almost done with the bag of popcorn

"Looks like I'm cooking at a house party," Mitchell concluded, opening the fridge again and pulling out random ingredients.

"Hey, no! Don't do that! Order pizza or something! I can even go get it!" Michael said, panicking a little. He had known Mitchell for a day and already felt bad for accidentally shoving his problems onto him

He stopped for a moment, turning to Michael with a concerned look. "But… I love cooking."

"Well, um…" Michael started to panic a little. How did he already insult him?! "I-I can help!" he tried to offer

"You can if you want," he said with a shrug, completely oblivious to the fact that the gay child was in distress. "Do you know how to cook?"

"Yeah, um. Pizza? And like…pie?" Michael said, a little embarrassed that he barely had any idea how to cook any real food. He wished his family hadn't had cooks that took care of all the food when he was growing up so he didn't look like such a fool

"Well today you're going to learn how to bake chicken. It's easy, so don't sweat it," he said, giving Michael a smile. He turned back to the fridge and pulled out chicken breast that was already defrosted. "Do you think you could preheat the oven for me?"

"Um, yeah." Michael walked over to the oven, fiddling with it for a moment. "Um, what do I set it at for the preheat thingy? Or does yours just preheat at the same temperature all the time?"

Mitchell stifled a laugh at that, grabbing some spices. "350. Press the preheat button, then keep pressing the plus button until it says 350."

"Yeah, know what a preheat button is," Michael said to no one in particular, poking the buttons on the oven like Mitchell told him to. "Okay, it's on the 350."

"Thanks," he said, bringing the chicken over. "Want to help spice it?"

Michael nodded, moving over a little so he could see what Mitchell was doing a little better

(it's a gay cooking show now)
"Okay, well first grab some rosemary," he started, opening the container of rosemary. The scent of it quickly filled the room. He tried to hand it to Michael, but his hands decided to give up on him and the plastic container hit the floor, spilling the spice everywhere.

(it is lmao) "Um, I don't think we're seasoning the floor?" Michael said, laughing awkwardly

"God, I'm such a fucking dumbass. Hold on," he said, trying to remember where the hell he kept his broom.

"No, no, it's okay. I bumped into you, lemme clean it," he said, trying to make Mitchell feel better about spilling the spices

"No you didn't?" He said, confused. "And you can't clean that with your bare hands, I need to find my broom."

"Right, yeah. Brooms. Brooms are a normal thing that people have." Michael could feel his anxiety kicking in, and he resolved to shutting up before he started rambling

Mitchell finally noticed Michael's anxious state and felt concerned. He smiled at Michael. "You know what? How about we sit down for a bit and put on some MCR or something," he suggested. "I'll take care of this in a minute."

"No, I, I'm gonna help you make food," he insisted. "I need to learn how to cook by every normal person ever anyways."