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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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