Teehee

Receiving the cake to the face, Alec blinks at Ryan, something twinkling in his eyes, dying to be let out. A grin pulls at his mouth and he leans forward, swiping Ryan's face with his own, to leave behind cake on her as well.

Straightening, he surveys his handiwork, viewing the mixture of whipped cream and cake all over Ryan's face. He knew he must look just as bad. His grin starts to grow, gradually spreading into a full smile. Leaning forward, he licks off some of the sugary treat from Ryan's cheek as some cake falls from his own face. A chuckle starts way down deep, starting to build. Grabbing the can of whipped cream again, neither needed to say it - the war had begun.

The next few minutes was total chaos. Whipped cream flew, cake flew. The small chuckle that had started so faint built up to genuine laughter coming from Alec as he partook in the food fight. Somehow or another, he wound up dragging Ryan from the counter, only to slide on some whipped cream that had ended up on the floor, and he winds up pulling them both down. Cake was everywhere. Whipped cream was everywhere.

Totally out of breath, Alec leans back against the cupboards, still trying to control his laughter. He sprays the can one more time, only to have just a little fluff come out, just increasing the cause for laughing. In the shape Ryan was in, he knew he must look just as bad, if not worse. It was all over his face, in his hair and on his shirt. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun. Maybe he remembered how to laugh after all.

Breathing heavily, he finally gains a little bit of control, though doesn't bother trying to get up off the floor. "What was... this experiment again?"