Markus was overwhelmed with multiple recipes. Great. How was he supposed to write them all down? He sighed, sitting down at his typewriter and starting to try and type as fast as he could while his phone read the messages for him. It took him quite a long time, and he didn’t reply to Bing’s last question either.
Once he had them all finally copied, he left his phone where it was, and went to the kitchen. He hoped one of them would be good.
Bing wondered what was going on with the omega before sighing. He went to his fridge, searching for the cookies he had made before. He ate a few as he waited for Markus to respond, not sure if he was okay or not.
Even if Bing didn’t know Markus that well, he was concerned for him. He didn’t want him to get hurt.
Markus was busy for a few hours, trying every recipe making just three or so cupcakes, so he wouldn’t have too many. Once they were cooled and completely finished, he cut them into fourth, so he could let Kail try them all without it being too much for him, and carried the plate to him.
He just wanted to please his alpha. He just wanted to be a good omega, be good like he was supposed to be.
It hurt when none of them were any good. Not bad, but not good. Edible. He put the rest of the cupcakes into an air-tight container so they wouldn’t dry, and curled up in his corner with his bunny.
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