"Quit eating those~" Ichi squealed at Kaneki, who seemed to be absorbed in eating the strawberries, instead of making the strawberry cake. He dodged her swatting hands effortlessly, smirking as he placed the juicy, red divinity into his mouth. "Or else what?" He asked playfully, practically dancing around the kitchen, tapping the spatula on her head. "Make my damn cake!" She yelled, finally getting a good grip onto him and tackling him to the floor. Being tall like Kaneki sometimes had its disadvantages, like being pounded into the ground by virtually "smaller" people like Ichi. The spatula rolled from his hands, landing with a small thud against one of the maple-wood chairs. He sat up a little, pulling her chin a little too roughly to meet his eyes. "And what exactly was that for?" He demanded, growling a little. "Maybe next time you will listen when I'm telling you to do something.." She grumbled, not much audible to his liking. "Excuse me..?" He asked again, burying his face into the side of her neck. He caressed it, leaving a faint trail of bite marks on her earning a low moan. Pleased, he said, "Better watch your tone, or else I'm eating something for dessert instead of those strawberries." He whispered lustfully into her ears, which immediately burned from embarrassment. He teasingly played with her ass a little before he said, "Okay, go get that weird chick you always hang out with." Ichi pulled his nose. "She has a name it's Candy-Chan!" She exclaimed to him. "Whatever.." He yawned, stretching before he got up from the tiled floor and reaching for the spatula.