For Prior

[scottysous]

Scotty's hands haven't shaken this badly while he was making a cake since the very first time he was allowed to make a cake all by himself. And he wound up spilling the bowl of batter and getting eggs all over himself. So far today there haven't been any major disasters except for flour on the counter, but that doesn't really make him feel any

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[priorlives]

Prior was 32 years old today, and he felt 50. It had been a bit of a rough month for him, ever since what had happened on Valentine's Day, compounded by not feeling great, health-wise. Though on the bright side at least the damn cat had returned last week

[scottysous]

He can't help a smile when he sees Prior like that, half an eyelash and bright red lips, and he appreciates the humor. He really needed it, actually, because he's still a bundle of nerves, and it makes his smile look more genuine instead of just a nervous twitch.

"Happy birthday," he starts, feeling lame, so he holds up the covered cake. "I made you a cake."

[priorlives]

The bright red lips in question formed a small, surprised 'o.'

"How did you..." he began, but then answered his own question with a small shake of his head. "Maureen, right?"

Then he scrambled a little to open the door wider. "Oh, come in! This is really... really thoughtful." He smiled. "And I love cake."

[scottysous]

"Maureen," he confirms, still feeling ridiculously nervous and awkward as he steps inside, He bites his lip, still holding his cake, his heart fluttering in his chest; he looks at Prior with his false eyelashes and red lipstick and he feels that familiar burn of infatuation.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Um, if this is too awkward -- if you'd rather me go -- " he starts, though he's already stepped into Prior's hut. "I'd understand. I don't want to make your birthday weird."