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she sniffles and quickly wipes her eyes with trembling hands. " i-i d-don't know, i f-forgot. " she manages, trying to come up with some sort of excuse as to why the sign was still flipped to 'open' and the door still unlocked. agatha can't come up with anything other than that and it just makes her feel more terrible. " j-just, um— i-if y-you really want flowers o-or a-a-any of the other plants th-that b-bad, just buy them a-and l-leave the money on the c-counter. " agatha tries to dry her eyes again, but more tears quickly take the place of the ones she wiped away. " y-y-you c-can swing by t-tomorrow for the receipt, i-i'll h-hold onto it. "
it had been pouring down rain, ruining the villain's day out if he was being entirely honest. he was hopping between internet cafes and various hobby shops, hoping to find something new and interesting to play, but nothing seemed to catch his eye. the walk between one store and the next, it had begun to rain. fine, he could handle that enough, but the drizzle soon turned into a downpour and he was getting soaked through. quickly, he found a shop that was unlocked, slipping into it with ease and sticking near the front wall until he heard a voice.
what?
" my bad... " he muttered under his breath, still taking a moment to kick his leg a few times to get the water off of him, his shoes squeaking against the floor as he shuffled in place, " why leave the door unlocked then? " he could have sworn the sign was flipped to open too, but the villain was primarily focused on getting to shelter.
"I'm making apple cider!" - Klein to Soryn
autumn / spooky / accepting!
" oh? " he asks, a hint of fascination in his tone as he approaches klein in the kitchen. soryn peers over his shoulder and down into the crockpot he's working over. the whole apartment smelled like apples and cinnamon, more so right here in the kitchen. " it smells absolutely delicious, klein. " he looks to him with a smile before leaning in to kiss his cheek. " i can't wait to try it. i'm sure it won't even compare to the cider i've bought from the store. "
