chaossole:

bel—niente:

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 —— ;;  ” You seem like you have an issue
with it being said day ”.

Lal comments and just sets
down a plate of cookies in front
of him. And not tell him if their
made by her or not.</sub>

     ”Hn? No it’s just… I realized just how fast time flies.” Which means saying goodbye to his youth. God, he doesn’t want to grow old yet.

     Eyeing the cookies for a moment, he takes this as Lal’s silent invitation for him to take one so he does so. Taking a bite, he chews it slowly and nods his head. “..It’s pretty good.” 

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 —— ;; Ah, well that was true, it was
already so close before she knew it herself.

   “ Ah, I can relate. ”

It’s a good thing she has done all her x-mas
shopping, otherwise she may not be in the
best of moods. That and she wasn’t going to
think about getting older, she just wasn’t.

However his comment on the cookies made
her blink. Really? They tasted good? eight hours
of fighting with the stove and ingredients to make
it look how it should and taste good – to her– weren’t
in vain?.

   “ Good, because they are all yours ”.

Was Lal’s comment afterwords. Consider it a early
Christmas present from her – cookies that turned
out well.</sub>