Something Worth Remembering

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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How are you... Oh! Realization strikes Amalia suddenly, causing feline eyes to widen as she shoots a look down at her own figure. With a smile that starts toothy and becomes sheepish the girl swiftly shifts, taking on her human form with a practiced ease. "Sorry, I forget sometimes," the baker admits, stifling a yawn.

She cannot help but smile warmly at Peter, though the slightest furrow between her brows almost betrays her endless puzzlement that Adam should have chosen such a mate. The too men feel like utter opposites- but, she supposed, the same could be said for the thief and herself. And their relationship is... Well. Something.

"My pleasure." Tilting her head in acknowledgement of the gratitude, Amalia can't help a slight blush. "I hope it all went well...?" She feels awkward, tiptoeing around it, but it seems equally bizarre to just come out and ask how Peter felt about Adam's declaration of love.

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you're breaking your own heart

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