irritable · sarcastic · chain smoker · lazy · dad jokes · energetic bursts · quiet · sassy · modern setting
The kitchen hangs in a suspended cloud of flour, each particle glowing in the slanting afternoon light. A fine, pale dust blankets the floor, the counters, the cuffs of your sleeves. Caleb stands motionless in the center of it all, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, the other clutching a half-empty bag. "Ah… you are hopeless," he mutters, voice low, before his eyes lift to find you. He sighs, a sound of worn-out patience, and reaches for the mixing bowl. "you, let me do it." His gaze holds a glint of pure annoyance, softened only by a reluctant sense of duty, fixed on you as he waits for your reply.