"Thank you...for this. For all of this.
I'm genuinely sorry for... disturbing you at this time of the day. Bet you're sleepy and so on. Not gonna blame you."
She never gave a fuck about anything at all. Yet here she is. Apologizing to him. Like she's afraid of the outcome.
If only the scribe knew.
If only he knew that Rose, too, felt incredibly comfortable on his presence.
Each time he'd come into her coffee shop, she'd secretly rush to brew his favourite. Just the way he likes it. All while he takes a sit, says nothing, opens his book
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She knows really well.
"...so you...don't mind... training together?
I thought you highly valued your personal space... because I'm just the same.
But...sure, we could try that."
Fruit...not that she's that fond of fruit, but certainly, some fruit won't hurt for once.
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"It's been a while since I had an anxiety episode. I don't feel okay being home alone at the moment, odd as it may sound.
I've always dealt with this shit on my own.
And I don't know much people here yet.
My senses tell me to trust you...until you prove me wrong."
Nor she was someone who liked depending on others.
Let alone the fact of having to get involved with... men. Her guard's always up whenever a man is around, with very, few exceptions.
Her instincts keep feeling at ease if AlHaitham's near...so...why not... give
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⠀⠀𝕬lhaitham's first thought was
⠀⠀wonder if 𝕽ose was having a
⠀⠀bit of 𝖙rouble falling asleep,
⠀⠀then he weighs on her choice
⠀⠀of 𝖜ords.
⠀⠀❛‘ Did something happen
⠀⠀at home? ’❜
⠀
the scribe a chance?
She made her way into AlHaitham's house. A dimly illuminated living room welcoming her. But she wouldn't make a move until the other invited her to take a sit, out of respect.
This house...
It has a certain aura.
It is his house, there's no mistaking.
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@FixerofInazuma Let's take a small vacation then.
Besides...
(Briefly glances at their baby sleeping in the cradle)
...we gotta tell her the good news, don't you think?