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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. "
@fiorserpen
━━━━༺ 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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" well... it is a little warm, but it's okay! " not it isn't, she's suffering already. please pity the poor faerie and give her some ice.
@fiorserpen
" --- Please don't hesitate to let me know if the temperature rises. I will be more than delighted to provide you with an ample amount of ice to help you cool yourself down. "
an anxious smile forms on her lips as he looks at her like that, like he's trying so hard to read her and decipher what she really wants. oh— damn her and her stubbornness. it doesn't help that she's also indecisive. agatha would very much like the ice because the heat just doesn't agree with her but she doesn't want to bother him! gods, but the heat is really starting to get to her now. for pete's sake— " can i please have some ice, toshiro? "
H is brows furrowed as she answered in turn. ---- She was always challenging to read and comprehend so indecision pinched at his inner crux in the semblance of pincers to adjacent clothings. - Once affixed it was essentially unattainable to acquire a pacifying liberation. Which is to say a precise discernment of her words." ----- If you're certain. "
at the familiar voice, agatha's gaze and head lifts and she straightens up, expression immediately brightening upon seeing it's her dear friend. " oh, toushiro! it's so good to see you! " the brilliance of the smile she wears now could easily outshine the sun, feeling elated to see him. she'd give him a big hug if he allowed such a thing, but agatha remains by the window of the shop. " yeah. " she nods, her gaze drifting back to the boots she'd been staring at for some time now. she could just call her wife and ask her to come down here and pay for the shoes, but... well, she's probably home grading papers. agatha would hate to disturb her work. " it isn't totally unreasonable! i mean, they're a good pair of shoes from a good brand! nice and sturdy and comfortable. the price is worth it. "
" Oi. -- Something has clearly captured your interest there." he stifles a chuckle to not discomfit the unknowing woman. -- Agatha was the last person he'd foresee catching, her midsection semi-arched in front of a shop's window, her nose virtually abutting its stained outward glass, on the streets amid his midday promenade.He situates himself at her flank, akin to an apparition abiding the position of one's penumbra, extremities profoundly within pockets, and peers aloft her hunched shoulder, at the commodity that had held the fullness of her engagement." Boots, huh? "he says, re-straightening.
" ---- Their listed price is, quite frankly, unthinkably high and unreasonable."