Spots the tube in Gray's hand and hears him mutter. Blinks. Then suddenly realizes what it is and quickly steps closer to fetch the damn lube out of hi s ha ND. "No no, stop, god, /this/ is NOT supposed to be used for such a purpose-!"

      ❛ W–WHA?! ❜

             GRAY PUNCTURED him with an incredulous look; brows furrowing in his callow grievance as if he had just been interrupted from a matter of GRAVE importance. The frosting bottle that was just purloined from his possession —- out of all people, why was Freed the one hindering him?

   (  Right. It was eerily oily, but Gray was certain that it was FROSTING.
            …Because what other purposes could a mere sugary glaze serve?  )

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     ❛  What th’ hell, Freed??
              ‘M tryna bake a goddamn cake here— give it back!  ❜ &&. he reached over, clasping his fingertips possessively upon the item to elicit a hearty tug.