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Espresso crossed his arms crossed chest, heaving a heavy sigh while he rubbed at his temples. What could he even say about this?
“The time has long passed, Butter Roll.”
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“……”
Espresso immediately became startled, irises constricting to stare Butter Roll down with a bitter expression.
“You don’t need to feign a good opinion on me when you’ve already tried to kill me once.”
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All of the blondes that I know and frequently like to bother me have certain probabilities that all range from 40% to 80%, with the lowest being Clotted Cream having still a substantial amount to Butter Roll at 79.5%.
Madeleine is around 76.5%.
( pointing at his graph. )
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“Yes yes, most people tend to miss people. Most do not take the initiative to move forward.”
The scientist folded his hands behind his back, no longer stepping back.
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Espresso meanwhile, did not have time to waste. He spent at least an hour in there trying to patch up his wound, and even after that he didn't open the door.
It seemed like the package was the least of his worries right now .. consistently.
Maybe he'll peak out?
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* Damn, he should've mentioned the injury first... No matter, he has time to waste. *
Excuse me! Sir, I think I have something to help with that injury of yours!
* Here's hoping that would get his attention... *
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What a calm evening to catch up on my work. I do hope nothing problematic occurs, particularly involving a blonde that creates some horrible butter-roll involved hullabaloo.
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“……. Now is not the time for this!”
Rather unsurprisingly, the mage quickly slammed the door shut, leaving Rutabaga alone in tense silence. Normally he wouldn’t be so rude, or at least, he hoped not. However, bleeding out was a rather serious issue.
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Sir, I just wanted to make sure you... Are you alright?
* Though noticing the injury, he tried to pay no mind to it (at least for now). After all, that's not what he was originally sent for. *
* Which he notifies the mage by nudging the package towards him. *
It's yours.
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Espresso was truly making a facial expression right now. Difficult to explain, it would send any aware person out the door.
“… must be an early April fools day to you, hm?”
How should he approach this situation. He placed a hand to the flowers, then gently pushed it back.
TA-DAAAA!!
I am here!
And got a little something for you..~
[ Not wasting more time, the baker pulled out from behind his back... bouquet. ]
This...TINGLING feeling inside my dough, each time I think about you.
Makes me nearly obsessed.