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Evie
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The notion of funnel cakes and their potential - but only future - existence makes her even more eager for the dessert in front of them, and Deimos willingly being tugged along is a relief. Absolutely no delays could be allowed, nothing would be permitted to stand between her and that cheesecake right now. Even the distraction of Deimos leaning closer and lowering his voice to only be caught by her ears can’t tear her gaze away from the advertisement board. Her snort of amusement is far from ladylike, but he’s never cared about that before. “I’ll be curing stomach aches around the clock, sounds like a great business model to me.” Her own included of course, but that was inconsequential.
Since he bartered for them last time, Evie slides gracefully in front to take the lead this time, insistent on fairness. So when she’s handed the chilled treats, she spins and presents him with one of them, the smile she would normally wear already disappearing in favor of biting the tip of the cheesecake slice immediately. While the burger was delicious, the dessert is far better, and she barely has the coordination to lead them to one of the benches lining the paths so they can sink onto it to savor their food. Evie practically melts into the bench, already eyeing the other stalls - though much slower, now that her sweet tooth is being catered to. “This is going to be the best welcome celebration two people have ever had,” she vows, holding her half-eaten stick towards Deimos’ to nudge together in juvenile parody of a cheers, chocolate clinging to the corner of her smiling mouth. Already she feels so much lighter, and that’s all she can ask for today. don't let one be you |
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