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[b][u][center]The Cake Shop[/center][/u][/b]

The man leaned back on the wooden chair, rocking it precariously on its hind legs as his own rested atop the table. The long, blonde haired man had been vacantly staring at the wooden ceiling above, and the fan that lazily spun around and around. His cheeks slowly moved up and down, up and down, chewing on a bright pink wad of gum that expanded into a balloon before popping and being sucked back into his mouth to be chewed upon again. 

He was surrounded by what was close enough to be called heaven. The intoxicating smells of freshly prepared cakes, their frosting and icing, the delectable aroma of chocolate graced his senses, and the companionship of two women as beautiful as the ones he was with certainly helped to relax Vincent just right. But even then, he was gripped with apathy and boredom. Being in a cakeshop was all well and good, but he wanted something a bit more exciting to do, and waiting to be blessed by Mr. Cuddles’ latest creation was taking a little bit of time. Vincent had originally reached out to try and grab some of the confections lying behind the counter and help himself to an early treat, but was reprimanded by Mr. Cuddles and told to sternly wait, the bear’s face pushed right up against Vincent’s own and his eyes chillingly staring into his. Considering what Vincent had done when he first arrived at Nowhere, he decided to play it safe and wait. Arguing with a bear… well, he wasn’t scared, but it sounded like a great deal of effort he could do without. He could wait a little bit longer for some cake, if needed.

His body almost collapsed to the ground, the back of his head smacking the wooden floor as he kicked his legs off. The cake had been served, but that was not all. Mr. Cuddles’ axe hacked through the chocolatey goodness served them, and if he was a second later, perhaps Vincent’s feet as well. But fortunately, in the nick of time, his legs had been spared, even if his pride hadn’t. Although Vincent seemed less then bother, instead reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of cake. He had been forced to sit around waiting for this the whole time. It had better be worth it.

Luckily for the bear, it was. 

"Guys, mind if I cut the pie?" Riley asked, flashing the axe carefreely. Vince shrugged his shoulders. 

“If you want, babe.” He pulled out his gum, marvelling at how well it matched Lesley’s flowing locks, before discreetly squishing it to the underside of his chair. “Me, I think I’m gonna stick with the cake. This is… good, Mr. Cuddles.” Vincent stuffed his face. “Ith realth goodth.”