Happy Birthday!! Shiro Barges In Through The Door To Aggies Kitchen. Hes Carrying A Gigantic Stuffed

“Happy birthday!!” Shiro barges in through the door to Aggie’s kitchen. He’s carrying a gigantic stuffed cat that requires the blond bouncer to carry the plushy with both arms. He sets in on the counter and pauses to take a breath. He then bounds over to the fairy and sweeps her off her feet.

the faerie glances up from doing the dishes, smiling upon seeing shiro here. she did wonder why he didn't say anything upon entering their home, but she sees why he didn't now. she can't help the amused smile forming on her lips as he carries the large stuffed animal to the counter. even with as big as shiro is, the stuffed animal was still a bit bigger. " oh, my goodness. " she smiles, moving over to it. it's just so adorable! when he scoops her up in his arms, delighted giggles leave agatha and she throws her arms around him, peppering his face in kisses. she pulls away, smiling lovingly at shiro.

" i-i really love it, thank you so much, babe. "

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the faerie's brow furrows. she doesn't understand his extreme line of reasoning. " i-i w-wouldn't ever hurt them. k-killing, or m-making them pay somehow, isn't how you r-respond to— t-to b-bullying, frank. " her mother had always taught her right from wrong and that included never stooping to someone's level or going lower. it just isn't in her to do so anyway and she abhors anyone that resorts to someone like that. though the things they did, the things they said, continue to effect her to this day and changed how she saw herself, she has difficulty feeling even an iota of anger toward them. " i-i-i d-don't care w-what kind of lives they have now. they probably d-don't even remember me, s-so— so w-why d-dredge up the past? "

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the faerie stirs from her deep slumber, yawning and stretching before rubbing her eyes. though her wife and daughter were already away at work and school respectively, she decided to spend the morning getting a bit more sleep. what a refreshing sleep it was, too. she goes about her morning routine as usual; brushing her teeth, washing her face, brushing her hair and putting it up in a braid, taking her pills and then getting dressed. she debated staying in her pajamas, but she didn't feel like being quite that casual today. next would be breakfast, but agatha stops when she feels a wintery chill by the front door. strange, it isn't prone to drafts, nor would maren leave it open (never in a million years). now, through the frosted glass, she sees a familiar silhouette. short stature, spiky hair— it could be none other than her dear friend from the soul society, captain hitsugaya, and that alone is enough to bring a smile to agatha's face.

she unlocks and opens the door, an umbrella already in hand and opened up, holding it out over him to keep the rain dripping from the awning off of him. her free hand rests on her hip. " captain. " agatha greets, her smile growing as she gestures for him to come inside. " come in, come in. i would assume it's too cold and wet, even for you! " she laughs softly, closing the door behind him once he steps into her home. " i just woke up a little while ago, so i apologize if i still look a little tired. regardless, is there anything i can get for you? drink, a snack, sweets? i just baked these chocolate chip cookies yesterday, so they're still fresh. "

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━━━━༺ ᵒ ༻ ❖ ༺ ᵒ   A s if the skies, outspread with viscous clouds aloft the earth, had conspired to depredate the entertainment of excursions with unsympathetic acrimony; a tempestuous deluge of objectionable rain unanticipatedly precipitated 'pon the metropolis's residents sans proferring him, as in a singularity, time to compose an assured course of returning to his apartment sans an iota of tribulations --------- wholly disrupting his mundane errand of acquiring noonday sustenance. ---- Prompted by an unappeasable urge to seek and thereupon locate refuge from the relentless downpour of an innumerous abundance of droplets, he unwittingly found himself standing at the entryway of Agatha's abode, a cordial associate he hadn't visited in countless months. Anxiety gripped at his lungs like a serpentine, constricting each breath as he grappled with the uncertainties of trampling over agendas within his endlessly proceeding mind. Conveniently, however, despite internal dissidence, there was an overhang protecting his unkempt alabaster mane, albeit only temporarily for the zephyr only augmented in velocity and vigorousness. Which is to say, the rain will inevitably breach the borders. -With his unoccupied extremity poised to employ a greeting knock, its fingers coiled into a tightened fist, hesitancy seizing it mere inches away from the wooden veneer, he was torn asunder 'tween announcing his presence and sparing those within from any unpremeditated encumbrance. - Exhaling a breath he hadn't realized was withheld, he opted for the latter out of reverence. Hoping the weather will expeditiously dissolve and bestow them anew the unparalleled luminescence of the sun's relieving embodiment.

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