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I think my neighbor makes sourdough, I can probably trade with her for a loaf hehe .
✱ supper time .ᐟ they're gonna lead zaila back to the apartment , the stews already warm and smells nice and spices from the door step .
Wait here , yeah .ᐣ
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* ( a warm smile came to their face at the win, stepping back as well with a small laugh. )
you promise? everyone told me it was better if i just used a sword, fit the “mage aesthetic” better and all-
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✱ raise their fists again .
Get into position . Lets see how long we can keep this up .
I'll be telling our leader about your feats , yeah .ᐣ You needa keep those little knives , sword aint your thing .
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* . . .
* ( a moment of silence, as they grabbed the pot to pour the tea, before speaking quietly. )
* what were you planning to do.
* i…. felt something big. what were you planning.
(*You nod slowly at them, moving to grab your cloak and sword hanging on a beam that helped hold up your tent.)
(*Once ready, you follow the mage out, trying to block out of your mind what just happened in there by yourself.)
*Are you alright? Something need discussing?
(*You blink in surprise at the mage, rather surprised by their tone. They rarely speak like this.)
(*Perhaps it was an important matter.)
*Alright. Let me grab my cloak and sword.
(*You didn't say anything about their lack of eye contact. You couldn't blame them.)
(*You could barely keep yourself from looking away as well.)
*Lavender sounds just fine... I'll be out there in a minute.
(*... That 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓 button hadn't vanished yet.)