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“Babe…I already cooked it, the attempt was already made.” He blinked at him incredulously. “Uncle Ael showed me how and I brought the food over here. Nothing burned down and nothing burned so I think I did ok.”

He tugged at his sleeve a little smiling at him. “You’re just the guinea pig is all.”

| ★ |  “Really?” Terra arches a brow in disbelief. Neither the food nor the house had been burned down? Perhaps hope remained for Myde after all, although Terra still preferred if he were to stay away from the kitchen. 

“Alright... Cool.” The brunet smiles uneasily, going to take a seat at the table, and fiddling with his fingers expectantly. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a fat hamster.” 

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| ★ |  “Right you’ve been practicing.” Terra can’t help but let a little laugh bubble up at that. He is sure that Myde has indeed been practicing, but he still isn’t sure just how much that will actually aid him. 

“Hey, its fine. Besides, you know I’m more than capable of making something home cooked myself if I really wanted. I just don’t think water is supposed to mix all that well with fire.” Not to say he didn’t appreciate the effort, more that he was lowkey afraid of what that effort might be. 

“Besides you don’t need cooking skills. You’re just fine as you are. Some things aren’t meant to be.”

Myde listened to him puffing out his cheeks a bit at the insinuation that he might be beyond all hope for cooking. He could bake damn it he was sure he hadn’t messed this up.

“I had my uncle teach me this time. It felt easier learning dishes I grew up with.” he deflated feeling bad all of a sudden. Maybe he was beyond hope learning this kind of thing. He just hoped the food he’d worked hard on was good. Or at least edible. Now he really doubted it.

“C’mon if it’s really horrible I’ll just order a pizza.”

| ★ |  Terra sighs, knowing full well he is incapable of saying no to Myde once he insisted upon doing something. He would only have to hope that his boyfriend’s cooking didn't kill them both. “Alright. fine, you can attempt to cook something.” 

Terra had never even heard of this uncle before, and it certainly does little to elicit reassurement inside of him. “But burn down my kitchen, and I'll burn you down.” A light jest, despite the serious nature of the words. The worst he could do was simply ban Myde from the kitchen. 

Forever.  

| ★ |  “Sometimes I think you enjoy working.” He comments, smiling at her softly as she organizes some of the shelves. He moves to help her, immediately working towards the upper shelves she would have difficulty reaching. “I suppose I don’t really mind, considering I’m the same way. Guess we really are a pair.” 

She giggled. “I grew up knowing one day this business would be my own. I spent a long time studying everything. I even worked in Travese Town to those that couldn’t afford a doctor or who were too scared to see one.”

| ★ |  “Even for no reason but out of the goodness of your heart...” Terra truly admired her and all the light she held in her heart. He felt that it could balance out the darkness of his own. “Well, look where it got you, it was all worth it, don't you think? Your own clinic, and a ton of loving customers.” 

Whenever he was at the counter, he had seen many of the same faces, dedicated customers who trusted her with their care.

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It’s natural for her to be concerned, considering all that’s happened to them over more than a decade ; it creases her brow, turns her lips crescent, and even sapphire hues glaze a bit with her worry.

With the War over, it’s difficult to believe it’s all been left behind —- yet even with the three of them together again, she’s sure some things will never quite be the same.

Yet, of course, that doesn’t stop her from caring —- even if she hesitates, for a moment, on placing a hand on Terra’s shoulder.

“Are you alright?”

| ★ |  He winces slightly at the contact, her hand upon his shoulder, and curses himself mentally for such a reaction. It was instinct, and he knew it would take time before he could relax around even them, but the guilt of even such a small action runs deep. 

“Aqua...” Her name is quiet on his lips, almost a whisper, and he doesn't dare to face her, knowing the emotions just his gaze alone would show. 

“Don't worry about me, okay?” 

He slides his hand up, fingers brushing against her own, before he drops his hand back to his side. He hadn't meant to concern her, and knew she had her own burdens. He wouldn't want for her to also shoulder his.

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( @endss-of-the-earth ) Chrissie hung her apron on the hook in the back of the apothecary. She grabbed her basket that held medicine for a child that had caught a summer cold.

“Thanks for watching the shop. I’ll be back shortly.”

She kissed Terra’s cheek and left. Not long after she left, a woman entered the store. She had shoulder length hair, pale skin, and pink eyes which were clearly colored contacts. She wore a tight pink shirt that reviled her stomach, a short pink skirt, pink stripped socks that came to her knees, and pink heels. On her hands were pink gloves a light pink bracelet. She looked Terra up and down as if she was checking him out. She finally approached the counter, her heels clicking against the smooth wooden floors of the store. “Is Christina here?”

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| ★ |  Terra wasn't particularly intrigued or interested when the woman walks inside the apothecary, despite her unique attire. He merely assumes her to be another customer, and is prepared to greet her when she speaks first. 

Christina? How did this woman know Chrissie's first name? Could it be that she was an old friend? Well she certainly looked interesting, but Terra was not one to judge based on appearance. 

He smiles sympathetically at her, shaking his head. 

“I'm afraid she just stepped out a few minutes ago. She won't be back until later. You can return then if you like? Do you perhaps want to set up an appointment?” 

The brunet picks up a pen from the desk, balancing it between his fingers, and looking up towards the woman expectantly.