Post by Straw Buckett on Jun 26, 2017 7:17:34 GMT -5
Naked! Half naked... well mostly naked ... a thin pair of tightie-not-so-whites being the only difference between full nakedness and …well not. His blonde hair, now overly too long, was slick back over his head with way too much water and gel. In his hand was his wand and blaring over the speakers in his small apartment was the classic tunes of Whitney Houston. The cute thing was Straw only sang Whitney when he was thinking of Queety, for some reason or another she reminded him of her now.
Singing out of tune and holding his wand up like a microphone, Straw belted out at the top of his lungs “I GET SO EMOTIONAL BABEH! EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOOOOUUUUOOOOOOO!” and turns to face the fridge and points to a family photo pinned up of the two of them cuddling at the beach. He was home alone, in the kitchen, baking… yes that’s right, Straw was baking and not just any kind of baking; he was attempting a cake…a strawberries and cream cake to be precise. Flour patches littered the kitchen bench, the sugar packet had fallen over without notice which had created a nice paddle of sugar in the corner. The sink was full of bowls and utensils while the cake of sorts was in the oven and baking away. Straw was now attempting to whip the cream with a pair of electric muggle beaters. “Ain’t it shocking what love can do… hmm hmmmm hmm,” he half sung and hummed whilst shaking his buttock in time with the beat.
“I gotta watch you walk in the room….baby! I gotta watch you walk out, ooo ooo” he continued as turned the beaters around the bowl in time with the song. “I like the animal way you move, and when you talk I just watch your mouth,” sung Straw over pronouncing every word as he swayed his shoulders from side to side in an attempt to dance. Straw was no entranced with his baking that he was most unaware that someone had entered his apartment and was watching him.
Singing out of tune and holding his wand up like a microphone, Straw belted out at the top of his lungs “I GET SO EMOTIONAL BABEH! EVERY TIME I THINK OF YOOOOUUUUOOOOOOO!” and turns to face the fridge and points to a family photo pinned up of the two of them cuddling at the beach. He was home alone, in the kitchen, baking… yes that’s right, Straw was baking and not just any kind of baking; he was attempting a cake…a strawberries and cream cake to be precise. Flour patches littered the kitchen bench, the sugar packet had fallen over without notice which had created a nice paddle of sugar in the corner. The sink was full of bowls and utensils while the cake of sorts was in the oven and baking away. Straw was now attempting to whip the cream with a pair of electric muggle beaters. “Ain’t it shocking what love can do… hmm hmmmm hmm,” he half sung and hummed whilst shaking his buttock in time with the beat.
“I gotta watch you walk in the room….baby! I gotta watch you walk out, ooo ooo” he continued as turned the beaters around the bowl in time with the song. “I like the animal way you move, and when you talk I just watch your mouth,” sung Straw over pronouncing every word as he swayed his shoulders from side to side in an attempt to dance. Straw was no entranced with his baking that he was most unaware that someone had entered his apartment and was watching him.