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locking himself into a dark room for the time being . glasses somewhat pushed aside , pinching bridge of nose . quiet grunt of pain exhales unwillingly . a migraine * 💢 .
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following day .
“ the apple tarts are still hot , but you can have one if you'd like . ”
fond pat of hand atop of their head , as he moves to fetch her a glass of water .
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“ I've been caught in the act . ”
a fond smile on the masters face , allowing Agott to come closer & look at the food he'd been making . some rose apple tarts for a sweet treat , but he'd also beenn preparing stew for lunch the
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“ I was just getting some water, but I smelt something. “
Agott appears beside him in what seems to be a blink of an eye ─┈ peering over.
“ What are you making .ᐣ “
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