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What A Dish, What A Doll! - Part 5

𝐀/𝐍: *Emerges from dungeon* TIS TIME! I BRING GIFTS, MY CHILDREN!

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒,𝟖𝟗𝟒 𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑨𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒍𝒚

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The whistle of snowflakes dancing through the gloomy winter air was a faint tickle against your ears as you slumped boredly in your seat with a soft pout forming upon your chapped lips. It felt like you had been waiting for Alastor’s return for a long, dragging eternity.

You had long since ceased your search of the store as the minutes dragged on, and soon you retreated back to the waiting room to wait for Alastor.

But leaving yourself alone with your thoughts in mere silence proved to be one of the worst decisions you’ve ever made.

You scrunched your nose up in disbelief. What could they even be discussing that was so important, anyway? And Alastor was so quick to get rid of you, and he hadn’t even thought to introduce his friend to you! Instead, he flung you around like some toy that wasn’t meant to be shared!

Granted, you already knew Rosie’s name, but your point still stood!

You looked over to the grandfather clock. A little over half-past noon, now. You sighed with slight ire and looked out toward the window that had been kissed with February’s frost, but the gloomy fog did nothing to cool your temper.

Lately, Alastor had been given you such mixed signals, not to mention the frothing volcano of overwhelming emotions that felt as if they would erupt any second. One moment, you were both mere inches away from each other, sparkles rejoicing behind your eyes, and the next, Alastor had pulled – though he never pushed you – away from you with a never-faltering grin, ready to drag you along with whatever antics he had next in store for you as if nothing had ever happened.

He was an overwhelming, unpredictable sandstorm that swept you off your feet and tugged at your heartstrings, somehow knowing how to push all the right buttons.

A rumbling gray cloud formed above you as you crossed your arms in your seat, wondering where you had gone wrong with him. Perhaps he simply didn’t want a relationship with you? Possibly, but he wasn’t the kind of man to string a poor girl like you along with all of these confusing messages, whether they be a secretive, flirtatious wink in your direction, or the sensation of soft, caramel brown hands wrapped around your wrists as he taught you to play piano from behind, tender instructions brushing against your ears like devoted prayers.

You groaned and held your head in your hands, smoothing out your scrunched brow and entangling frustrated fingers into your hair.

What in the world could you possibly have been missing? Was he too afraid to confess himself? Or were you just reading him wrong?

“We’re finished, darling!” Alastor’s voice rang out like a siren, and you instantly perked up at its dulcet tone. You mentally berated yourself for being so dependent on the man, but your heart seemed to answer for your head, these days.

“Oh? Are we heading home, now?”

Alastor entered the waiting room with a raised eyebrow, peeking inside to find where your voice was coming from and visibly relaxed once he spotted you laying lazily upon the lush sofa chair, nearly swallowed up in the enormous cushions.

“Not to worry, my dear,” Alastor fully stepped into the waiting room, with Rosie in tow. She stepped back a few ways away from you with scrutinizing eyes, and a finger rubbing against her chin while she observed you and Alastor. “This was only a detour to our main event, this afternoon! I wouldn’t want you to miss out upon the surprise, after all!”

Well, he seems chipper.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought that this was the surprise...?”

“Oho, no, no! No, as much as I enjoy dear Rosie’s company,” he side-glanced the store owner from where she stood with a knowing simper stretching her black-lined lips and a raised eyebrow, as if to say, ‘Go on.’

“This meeting was merely to discuss business. Had it been simply pleasantry, I wouldn’t have regretfully forced you to wait for me for so long,” Alastor took your hand within his, a silent apology dancing behind his deep, dark eyes. Rosie nodded with approval behind him, making your eyebrows raise even further, to the point of nearly rising off your forehead. What were those two talking about?

Schemers, the both of them.

“It’s nothing to worry about, Al’... Just, let me know next time that you’re gonna be long, alright?” You smiled softly up at him; every doubt you had evaporating in an instant the moment you saw his genuine expression.

Though your suspicions had remained unsatiated from the glances he and Rosie shared.

“I suppose I can help that, but I do love keeping you on your toes,” your annoyed scowl made him chuckle lightheartedly. “Though I shall try, darling, since I most definitely want to keep mine!”

“Oh, you two are just too sweet!” Rosie looked as if she were about to wipe a tear from her eyes, while Alastor’s smile just ever so slightly tightened as she suddenly stepped towards you with an outstretched hand.

“I’m afraid I haven’t formally introduced myself! You may have guessed, but the name’s Rosie, my dear.” She gazed down at you, a perfect white smile gleaming in the warm light of the antique lamps as you shook her hand, craning your neck so you could properly look her in the eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you. Again, I suppose,” her smile doubled in size as she instantly whisked you away from Alastor, much to his dismay. When he allowed Rosie to get near you for the sake of your relationship, he didn’t mean she could intervene entirely!

Though, the woman had her mysterious ways, he supposed. But this was a bit much, even for her!

“My goodness! I can’t believe that Al’s been hiding you away from me for so long! Now, dear, tell me all about yourself,” Rosie sat you down in front of a table beside a large glass window, though the mannequins donning such expertly crafted dresses and attire had blocked the small tea-table from an outside view.

Alastor could only watch on with brewing envy as she talked your ears off, and how you cast an unsure glance back at him for just a moment, before answering her questions with a sudden surge of shyness in the light of her exuberant personality.

“So, how’s New Orleans treatin’ ya’? I sure do hope Alastor’s been hospitable!” Rosie chirped, her exuberance infecting you as you nodded up at her.

“O-Oh, yes, he's quite good company. I do hope I've been just as pleasant,” The seamstress’s smile widened, and she winked over to her friend, who's already twitching grimace of a smile tightened even further in response.

“I’m quite certain you are! We’ve been friends for a while, you know,” Rosie grinned cheekily, like a mother sharing her son's baby pictures to a close friend of his. “And in all my years, I must say, that I haven’t seen him been so close to a lady like he has been with you!”

You perked up, your eyes wide and instantly attentive to what she had said, which Rosie picked up on in an instant, sniffing out your immediate interest in Alastor like a bloodhound.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, now, Alastor is quite the chivalrous one towards young ladies such as yourself,” Rosie glanced over at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “but I’ve been friends with him long enough to know when he’s truly taken with another, and that doesn’t happen often~!”

“...Really?” You glanced over at him, before realizing he was staring directly at the both of you. You then noticed how far away from him Rosie had pushed you, but you paid no mind as her captivating presence pulled you in for a loop once again.

“So, have you been seein’ anyone recently? Anyone that little chocolate in your pocket could be meant for?”

“Well...” You made the mistake of glancing sideways towards the eavesdropping radio host, and the mirth that sparked within Rosie’s eyes warned Alastor of you being sucked into her diabolical scheming.

Now, the seamstress truly adored Alastor, as he’d been quite the friend to her all of those years, spiffing and entertaining in every way, being a renowned radio host.

...But she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that he was, without a doubt, the daftest man she’d ever met when it came to romancing.

And God forbid that you use innuendos or flirtatious remarks around him. It was quite possibly the worst case she’d ever seen, really.

And so, a little interference from a dear friend wouldn’t hurt him.

Well, maybe his ego.

But he had plenty of that to spare, did he not?

Though, even Rosie knew she was getting quite carried away, as she stole more of your attention and time away from Alastor.

What could she say? The woman was taking quite a liking to you.

I’ll have to tell Alastor to bring this one around more...

You and Rosie began gossiping like a pair of teenage girls over the disgruntled radio host like he wasn’t standing in the corner, hearing – or trying to hear – every word you spoke.

His right eye twitched as your giggling filled the emporium, and he strode over to insert himself into every conversation that seemed to concern him. Alastor had even startled you a few times when you were talking about him with Hugo, seeming to materialize out of thin air whenever he was a topic of conversation.

Especially when you were involved.

“Just be careful, now,” Rosie caught sight of Alastor heading towards you, and her soft, all-knowing grin widened. “He’s always been quite averse to sharing!”

“Oh, tell me about it,” you sighed, “Though, I know he’s only protecting me. I must say, I never thought I’d enjoy such attentions,” the older woman put a hand to her lips with an excited grin, the both of you being ignorantly unaware of how Alastor loomed over you until he placed his hands promptly on your shoulders.

You jumped with a slight squeak and looked up at him, your cheeks burning as Alastor smiled down at you, hopefully oblivious to what you had been foolishly spilling your heart out to Rosie about. “And just whose ‘attentions’ do you seem to be so taken with, darling?”

Uh...

“Oh, the Doll was only telling me about your famous cooking! No need to get so riled up,” Rosie spoke up for you, to your immense relief. With a creeping sense of dread, you realized how much you had let on to her.

But something in Rosie’s twinkling, sympathetic gaze that shifted towards you made you relax, and you beamed hopefully up at him. “I was thinking you could teach me your mother’s recipe, sometime! I was kind of just following the instructions, and I'd like to learn from the chef himself!”

Alastor's once tightened smile that was shadowed by a grimace softened significantly at your words. “I believe you’re already quite the master at it yourself, my dear~.”

He fondly recalled the thick, warm consistency of the broth you had made, and the perfect blend of aromatic spices that melted and fizzled upon his tongue, bringing waves of nostalgia and reminiscing that rocked him back and forth.

It was the night that it felt like he was seeing you through opened eyes.

Had you always been so beautiful?

“Alastor? Have we lost ya'?” Rosie elbowed him slightly, and with a shake of his head, he snapped out of his trance, realizing he had been staring into your eyes for just a bit too long.

“You’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack, at this rate,” she teased with a soft smile. Oh, lord, you two would be a piece of work. But she was sure that her hard work would be worth it.

Plus, a sweet, darling Doll like you deserved someone as gracious and gentlemanly as Alastor; there were too many brutes in this world, and he was certainly not one of them.

And her old friend had been alone within his twisted mind for far too long.

“Alright, you two get on movin’, now,” Rosie abruptly began steering you towards the front door, a bit of a pep in her step as Alastor tread behind you, while she chatted your ears off.

“Oh- well, we don’t have to go now, do we?” a pit of disappointment burrowed in your stomach. You liked the eccentric seamstress quite an awful lot, and her contagious, extroverted energy infected you with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Aw, don’t stick around just for me, now. I’ll do just fine, I promise!” She glanced at Alastor with a twinkle in her eyes. “But I wouldn’t mind if you brought her along for more trips to the boutique, not at all!”

"I suppose I'll take it into consideration," Alastor chose to be the calm one for the both of you as you nodded your head enthusiastically.

"We'll definitely be coming back!" Rosie chuckled and led you both into the waiting room.

“I do hope you’ll protect her, Alastor, what with that slasher running around,” she dramatically cupped her own pale cheeks, and the radio host caught onto her hint, squeezing your shoulder and narrowing his eyes at the store owner.

Oh, Alastor wasn’t a brute, certainly not. But if he wasn’t the most dangerous man in New Orleans, then some sort of eldritch God must’ve been stalking the woodlands. Though, you were too focused on what she had said to catch the pointed glances that they shared.

“Oh, I’m perfectly safe with Al’, here!” You sounded confident enough, though Alastor still felt your slightly trembling grip on his coat sleeve. A small smile made its way to his face as he tugged you into him for emphasis.

“She’ll be safe in my company, don’t you worry about her, now!” A small bloom of pride welled up in his chest as he preened at the fact that he would be indeed keeping you safe, by ridding these streets of the pesky little insects that dared cross into his territory.

“Careful, now. Don’t get too excited to swoop in and rescue your little damsel in distress,” Rosie grinned toothily after the both of you, adoring the proximity between you and Alastor as if she were watching the romantic development of a soap opera.

“I’m afraid we must be going, now. A pleasure as always, Rosie,” he waved a fluttering hand in the air in farewell as he pushed you towards the door, and you turned back to Rosie and waved with a small smile that grew wider as she waved back.

“I hope to see you troublemakers again soon~! Take care, Alastor.”

He nodded and opened the door for you, the bell jingling softly as you stepped outside and headed for the car. As you walked across the rocky pavement, you inhaled the seasonal scent of fresh evergreen and sunlight, enjoying the sight of the cleared sky until you slipped into the warmth of Alastor's car.

As you buckle your seatbelt, the rays of the sun warmed you in your seat, and much to Alastor's disappointment, you seemed to be content without his jacket.

“So, where are you taking me now, mister? What kind of surprise do have in store for me?" You leaned against the dash, admiring the soft glow of sunlight that bounced against his caramel brown skin, illuminating his eyes and weaving through his dark hair.

“The entire point of a surprise is not to spoil it for the end, darling~,” Alastor hummed as he turned the keys in the slot, and the car rumbled to life.

The once heavy fog that hung over the city of New Orleans had dispersed, as if your joyful mood had caused the Sun to break through the clouds, leaving the city bathed in delicious apricity.

Alastor, ever the biased man when it came to you, would've preached your powers over the weather for that one.

You reached over for the radio and turned the little knobs a few times, smiling as a familiar song began to play, the speakers crackling with soft static.

"Midnight, the stars and you..."

Humming along, you bobbed your head as you took a peek out of the window, watching as the blur of large brick buildings and stores slowly faded into the natural lushness of the countryside, forest and woodland galore surrounding the road as Alastor drove uphill.

"Midnight, and a rendezvous~..."

As the murky afternoon made way for a vibrant, vermillion-tinted sunset, the headlights of the car illuminated the rocky dirt path ahead as the trees overheard blocked out the sunlight.

"Your eyes held a message tender, saying "I surrender all my love to you..."

Soon, the vehicle was pulled to a stop, right in front of a pathway that led uphill, supposedly to a cliff, by the looks of it.

"Midnight brought us sweet romance, I know my whole life through..."

“Where have you taken me, now?” You narrowed your playful gaze at the radio host, and he simply chuckled and reached over to brush a stray hair from your cheek.

"I'll be remembering you, whatever else I do...

“You’ll see, my dear.”

"Midnight, the stars and you."

Damp grass crunched beneath the soles of your black Mary Janes as you slid out of your car seat. The scent of misty dewdrop overwhelmed your senses, and as you inhaled the crisp winter air, you shivered off your pent-up nerves.

The trunk of the car slammed, and Alastor emerged from behind it with his hands clasped behind his back. You narrowed your suspicious gaze at him as you stood behind the wooden fence overlooking the edge of the cliff.

“And just what do you have there, Al’?”

“Can’t get anything past your eyes, can I, darling~? Oh well, if you must know,” with a gentle simper, he brought his hand to your jaw.

“It has something to do with this,” a blush crept up your cheeks and burned against the tips of your ears as he murmured breathily against your cheek and turned your chin towards the edge of the cliff.

The twinkling lights of New Orleans mimicked the showing stars above as they danced merrily in the sea of a deep violet dripping into an alluring crimson, and finally fading into the radiant glow of the sun as it slowly dipped beneath the earth.

“It’s... Oh, God, Al’, it’s so beautiful...”

As the last dying breaths of daylight fell beneath the horizon, you flickered your gaze to Alastor, memorizing every inch of his face, every freckle and pore in the rare proximity that you had with him in this moment.

Your eyes fell to his lips, a soft tug aching at your heart, begging you to move closer, and oh, how you couldn’t have known how he was fighting that very same urge now. His eyes watched the sunset for a moment more, before falling to you.

Radiant couldn’t even begin to describe you.

Slowly, his hand edged along the fence, the unfamiliar gesture so hilariously foreign it made your eyes widen in surprise.

You pretended not to notice it as your fingertips teased along the wooden gate towards his, and his inched closer in return, warm, slender fingers nearly brushing up against your own.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?”

“Utterly,” you finally murmured, the air nearly pulled out of your lungs at the sound of his voice. It sounded so... pure, so genuinely like Alastor in his relaxed state, his accent a foreign, suave undertone to his words, carried upon a smooth tune that one could only catch when he sang, or when you heard him like this.

And only you could ever hear Alastor like this.

“Thank you for showing me this... It’s amazing,” you whispered, flickering your awestruck gaze from him to the fading light of the impending night sky.

Honestly, the sunset wasn’t even the highlight. You just wanted an excuse to trail your gaze along the glowing features of the man that haunted your dreams and managed to chase away your nightmares.

It was Alastor. God, it always had to be Alastor, didn’t it?

“Oh, the night’s just begun, my dear!” A gush of wind tousled your air as you were twirled from your place beside him, eliciting a delighted giggle from you as you landed firmly upon your feet, or rather, Alastor's tight grip wouldn't allow you to fall.

"I have just a few more tricks up my sleeve. Now, close your eyes."

You blinked dumbly, and he chuckled as he released you.

"Oh, alright. I suppose I'll indulge your whims, just this once," you turned on your heel and covered your eyes, only able to hear the rustling of cloth, the clink of a glass, the spark of a match being struck, and finally, Alastor calling out to you.

"Open your eyes, darling~."

Slowly, you turned around, opening your eyes to the sight of him kneeling upon a plaid patterned blanket laid out upon the grass, holding two glasses and a bottle of red wine in his hands.

You placed your hands to your lips with a soft gasp as candlelight flickered softly against the blanket, protected by a tall, cylinder-shaped glass case.

"My God... Rosie was right," you muttered, chuckling softly as you shook your head and sat yourself down beside him. His content, close-lipped smile drew you in like a moth to a flame, seeking more of his warmth, even if it meant being burned.

"You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days," you took a glass, watching his attentive gaze as he carefully poured yourself and him a cup of wine.

The tantalizing liquid swished in the glass, catching the flickering candlelight in glimpses.

"Then I suppose an antidote is in order," Alastor lifted his half-lidded gaze to you, clinking the glasses together in a silent toast.

. . .

The rest of the evening felt like a beautiful, distant dream, doused in bubbling laughter and warm liquid happiness, as you two remained blissfully unaware of the candle's slow descent of melting into a pile of cooled wax.

Its dying light flickered softly, casting shadows onto you as rested your head against Alastor's slender chest. The man was holding you so tenderly that you almost didn't recognize it was he who pulled you into his arms.

Luckily for you, Alastor could hold his alcohol better than anyone you’d met, and so, within the content clarity of laying with you in his arms, he pulled you flush against his frame and reveled in the intimacy that wouldn’t come with your remembrance of anything that happened that night.

He settled onto the blanket, snuggling you close and enjoying your flush body’s warmth, teasing his hands along your sides while inhaling the scent of your shampoo coupled with the dewy midnight air.

"Hey, Allie...?"

Alastor blinked at the nickname, chuckling softly as he replied, “Yes, my dear?”

"I don't know if I like you as a friend..."

"Oh? Well, it ails me to hear that, darling," he pretended to pout softly down at you while your squinted in frustration.

"Nooo... I just," you huffed, resting further into his chest as he held you, reveling in how perfect you fit into his grasp.

Ah, a bit of a clingy drunk, are we?

As long as you were clinging to him, then Alastor didn't mind.

"I... don't think I can like you... as just a friend."

"Oh?" His eyes flickered from the small back of your neck to your eyes as you stared up at him, imploring for him to understand.

"I think... I think I really like you..." you mumbled softly against Alastor's chest, a soft blush tickling your cheeks as you pressed yourself further against him.

“Many people do.”

"Hm... Not like I do..."

Alastor's breath hitched in his throat. Now, just what could that mean? Did you like him more than just as a friend? That perhaps you liked him more than you even let on? Maybe, just maybe, could it mean that you loved him?

But Alastor knew better than to trust the drunken words of his intoxicated darling. Besides, it was getting late, and he'd hate to keep you out in the cold any longer. Plus, you and Rosie would've let the radio host have it if he purposefully left you out there simply to get more answers out of you.

"Hey, where are we going?" Alastor stood you up, raising an eyebrow at the slight sway in your stance as you nearly stumbled, and had it not been for his steadying grip, you would have eaten a mouthful of dirt.

"Ah-ah-ah! Steady, now, I can't have you falling all over me, can I~?" You rolled your eyes half-heartedly.

*Hiccup* "Yeah, yeah... I'll be fine, Al'," you muttered, though you put up no fight as Alastor swept you into his arms into a bridal carry.

"Heh... Y'know, Al', have I ever told you that you kinda look like a deer?" You reached up to play with the frays of his coat as he carried you back to the car.

"Hm... No, I don't believe anyone's told me that," he replied hesitantly, his lips thinning slightly at the observation. Alastor didn't exactly love his likeness being compared to prey.

"Well, you do," you smiled and reached up to fluff out his hair, which he reluctantly allowed for now.

"And what makes you say that, my dear?"

"Your eyes. They're so... soft and round. Like your hair," you continued to tangle your hands into his hair, sighing softly as you leaned against him with a dreamy smile, completely lost to the affect you had on the poor man who was restraining from just squishing and kissing your cute little face-

Alastor's grip had shifted slightly to open the car door and he laid you down upon the car seat with a head pat and a tender, close-lipped smile. "Looks can be deceiving, my dear. Remember that."

You weren't so sure about that. The radio host had been nothing but kind and generous to you, and this warm, fuzzy feeling that bloomed in your chest, starting from your heart and reaching to your feet definitely wasn't caused by the alcohol.

"Wait," your hand snatched his wrist before he could pull away from you, and with a kind, patient gaze, Alastor raised an eyebrow down at you.

"Yes, darling?"

"Could I..." your eyes flickered to Alastor's jacket, and it took a few moments for him to realize what you were implying. With a chuckle, and a steady stream of blush - not just from your copious alcohol intake - across your cheeks, he slipped off his jacket and tucked you into it.

His gaze grew tender as he observed how comfortable, how perfect you looked all snuggled up in his clothes. Hidden away from the world and tucked into his car.

Perhaps these little detours should become more frequent...

"Now, sit tight, my dear, we'll be home in no time," his soft whisper made you shiver in your seat as the car rumbled to life, and the beginning chimes of a soft jazz number began to sooth you to sleep.

Around when you and Alastor were halfway back home, you finally nodded off, completely unaware of how the radio host’s gaze shifted to you more than once, completely willing to crash the car if it meant simply watching you while you slept.

He sighed softly, humming along to the music as his eyes kept to the road for the final stretch of the ride. How could something so... personal to him bloom from an unconventional friendship like this?

Love is unconventional, Rosie’s voice chirped back to him in his head, and he rolled his eyes at his imaginary conversation with the seamstress.

Oh, well. All would be clear in due time, Alastor supposed. He would have the rest of his life with you, wouldn’t he? That should surely be enough to navigate these baffling urges to hold you and keep you, bury his nose in your hair, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nape of your neck as he dig his claws into your hips and-

Ⱥղժ ահąէ ìƒ ʂհҽ ƒìղժʂ օմէ ąҍօմէ էհìղҽ մղʂąѵօɾվ օççմքąէìօղ? Ͳհҽ օղҽ էհąէ էąҟҽʂ քӀąçҽ ҍąçҟʂէąցҽ...? The guttural rumble of the Loa questioned sharply, but Alastor stifled any seeping doubt as his fists clenched the steering wheel.

He had no time for this. Alastor only wanted to be home with you, tuck you into bed, and do his usual survey of your room, taking any loose articles of clothing or towels, keeping them for his own to inhale and put his wanting lips to until your scent faded from the cloth.

It had become a little hobby of his, simply to satisfy his spiraling yearning for your warmth in his arms.

It couldn't replace you, but it'd have to do.

Alastor's eyes flickered to you one last time as the car slowed in front of the manor, and despite his inner judgment, he carefully reached over and cupped your cheek with his hand, and all his self-deprecation was instantly silenced.

The rest of the world could wait, for now.

He had his precious Doe to put to bed, after all.

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Okay, okay, I know I've been gone for a HOT minute but I HAVE AN EXPLANATION.

Writing is hard. I am a perfectionist. And I'm about to collaspse.

But I swear it'll all be worth it, when I hit ya'll with the next chapter ;) some of ya'll know what its about to be about.

Until next time~!

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