written by 『 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙖 』
Palm slowly opened and closed as he watched Pneuma search the kitchen.
And also like her, he'd survive this brief separation.
"Right. Right! Whaddya need first?"
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Palm slowly opened and closed as he watched Pneuma search the kitchen.
And also like her, he'd survive this brief separation.
"Right. Right! Whaddya need first?"
—
Their pace towards the home already picked up some, too.
Why wouldn't Rex already be eager at the promise of something he enjoyed?
"Sweet!
Let me know if there's something I can do to lend a hand, alright?"
—
Pneuma delivers an assured nod, ready for the challenge. His smile would be a well worth it reward in the end.
Their pace towards the home already picked up some, too.
Why wouldn't Rex already be eager at the promise of something he enjoyed?
"Sweet!
Let me know if there's something I can do to lend a hand, alright?"
—
A free hand scratched the bridge of his nose as eyes gazed upward—a sign he was in thought.
"You ever make pancakes before? Auntie used to make 'em a lot when I was little."
—
Her hand was warm, and it always felt safest within his…
“Well, I could make a variety of things—did you have something in mind?”
A free hand scratched the bridge of his nose as eyes gazed upward—a sign he was in thought.
"You ever make pancakes before? Auntie used to make 'em a lot when I was little."
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That's one step closer to a full party, again!"
That's one step closer to a full party, again!"
And, as clueless as Rex could be with acts of affection sometimes..
He liked —
And, as clueless as Rex could be with acts of affection sometimes..
He liked —
⋅───⊱༺𓂋༻⊰───
⋅───⊱༺𓂋༻⊰───
At least, that's what Rex thought. He never found the right words to say this to her, so his appetite for the blade's cooking did the talking for him.
"I'm ready to head out when you are!"
—
Pneuma assumed that was the case, as it seemed Rex ate every single bite of anything the blade made.
Perhaps it was simply a testament to her craft?
Food prepared by Pyra was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 preferred to dining out. If he hadn't made it obvious before, he sure had just now.
"As long as you're offerin'... I'd love somethin' by you."
At least, that's what Rex thought. He never found the right words to say this to her, so his appetite for the blade's cooking did the talking for him.
"I'm ready to head out when you are!"
—
Food prepared by Pyra was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 preferred to dining out. If he hadn't made it obvious before, he sure had just now.
"As long as you're offerin'... I'd love somethin' by you."
…And he was quite entertaining too. The commotion from his stomach made her chuckle.
“Sure. Or I can make something—whichever you prefer!”
Food prepared by Pyra was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 preferred to dining out. If he hadn't made it obvious before, he sure had just now.
"As long as you're offerin'... I'd love somethin' by you."
𓆩•𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂•𓆪
✧♬•*¨*•.。。.•*¨*•♬✧
𓆩•𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒂•𓆪
✧♬•*¨*•.。。.•*¨*•♬✧
𓆩•𝑬𝑳𝑴𝑨•𓆪
✧♬•*¨*•.。。.•*¨*•♬✧
𓆩•𝑬𝑳𝑴𝑨•𓆪
✧♬•*¨*•.。。.•*¨*•♬✧
⋅───⊱༺ 𓆩♡𓆪༻⊰───
⋅───⊱༺ 𓆩♡𓆪༻⊰───
Why's there a 'P' in it? I gotta wonder.
Maybe 'cause it looks cooler that way. Can't argue with a reason like that."
Why's there a 'P' in it? I gotta wonder.
Maybe 'cause it looks cooler that way. Can't argue with a reason like that."
He really, truly, would not have asked to meet another blade that fateful day.
. . .
The duo's next moment of shared silence was brief, interrupted by the sound of Rex's —
“You have grown into a fine hero and leader, and I hope you realize that.”
He really, truly, would not have asked to meet another blade that fateful day.
. . .
The duo's next moment of shared silence was brief, interrupted by the sound of Rex's —
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He gave his usual wide grin, wearing it proudly for her.
"I feel like I could say the same to you, too.
Can't say I was miserable before we met, but, I didn't have a direction I wanted to go on.
Meetin' you gave me a path. Something I —
A finger touches at the start of the phrase, and trails the phrase as she translates it aloud.
“"The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day". I believe you have become that light on my path, truly.”
He gave his usual wide grin, wearing it proudly for her.
"I feel like I could say the same to you, too.
Can't say I was miserable before we met, but, I didn't have a direction I wanted to go on.
Meetin' you gave me a path. Something I —