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cawaiiI think I could tell it's what you're meant to do. You're very good, you know. Even Petunia likes you and she doesn't like anyone
I'll be coming to the bar later if you're still around?
I'll be coming to the bar later if you're still around?
[ There’s a gift wrapped in white paper with a red bow on top and inside is a mug, a blanket, and a batch of cupcakes.
There’s also a note with her name on it, so he knows who they’re from, because she likes to get praise for her baking skills, alright. ]
There’s also a note with her name on it, so he knows who they’re from, because she likes to get praise for her baking skills, alright. ]
[Louis will love and appreciate this and let her know he's very impressed with the cupcakes. In turn, Chloe gets a truly marvellous hat and a note promising her one (1) song played on the piano of her choosing- no matter how awful. ]
[Hunk considers the power of friendship one of his biggest strengths.
He hears the barking from the other side of the door and he was never particularly scared of dogs. He trusts that Louis wouldn't let him be mauled by an attack dog. But when the door opens, he's delighted by her greeting. She's relatively short in stature, although broad and sturdy, and she reminds him a bit of how he'd imagine his lion would be as a dog. He pets her happily as her little tail wags, careful to keep Louis' gift out of her reach.]
Rosie, huh? She is a very good watch dog!
[As Louis moves her aside, Hunk steps in, bundled up against the cold, and hands Louis a rectangular box. ]
I figured you might like a little something to nibble on, so I made you these.
[When Louis does eventually open the box, he'll find it lined with parchment paper and stuffed with soft, chewy ginger molasses cookies.]
If I'd known you had a dog, I'd have whipped her up a treat, too!
He hears the barking from the other side of the door and he was never particularly scared of dogs. He trusts that Louis wouldn't let him be mauled by an attack dog. But when the door opens, he's delighted by her greeting. She's relatively short in stature, although broad and sturdy, and she reminds him a bit of how he'd imagine his lion would be as a dog. He pets her happily as her little tail wags, careful to keep Louis' gift out of her reach.]
Rosie, huh? She is a very good watch dog!
[As Louis moves her aside, Hunk steps in, bundled up against the cold, and hands Louis a rectangular box. ]
I figured you might like a little something to nibble on, so I made you these.
[When Louis does eventually open the box, he'll find it lined with parchment paper and stuffed with soft, chewy ginger molasses cookies.]
If I'd known you had a dog, I'd have whipped her up a treat, too!
[Rosie snuffles happily against Hunk, delighted by the petting. That's all she wants in the world- all the pets!/small>]
She's also an excellent walker chomper, too. And don't worry, she's happy to have regular dog kibble these days- she doesn't get that at home.
[The school was a lot safer with Rosie in it, that was to be sure. Louis lets out a delighted noise because he is never in his life ever going to turn down free food. ]
Aww, sweet! Thanks dude! [You better believe he's gonna eat one right now. He'll chew it happily.] Holy shit, these are good! Like really good.
She's also an excellent walker chomper, too. And don't worry, she's happy to have regular dog kibble these days- she doesn't get that at home.
[The school was a lot safer with Rosie in it, that was to be sure. Louis lets out a delighted noise because he is never in his life ever going to turn down free food. ]
Aww, sweet! Thanks dude! [You better believe he's gonna eat one right now. He'll chew it happily.] Holy shit, these are good! Like really good.
[Hunk smiles, albeit a bit proudly. He's always been confident in his cooking and baking ability, but is still grounded enough to stay humble and open to learning new things.]
I'm glad you like 'em! They just seemed like a really good cookie choice for you.
I'm glad you like 'em! They just seemed like a really good cookie choice for you.
They are absolutely a good cookie choice for me and if you keep giving me the goods like this, I might have to just swap you out for Omar. Or go into space with you. Either or.
[He's joking. A little. He'd never leave Clem.]
I got something for you, too! Happy whatever holiday you celebrate!
[He offers up a box containing a beanie with this logo on and a printed note promising Hunk one (1) song to be played on the piano of his choosing whenever he wants it, no matter how awful the song is. ]
[He's joking. A little. He'd never leave Clem.]
I got something for you, too! Happy whatever holiday you celebrate!
[He offers up a box containing a beanie with this logo on and a printed note promising Hunk one (1) song to be played on the piano of his choosing whenever he wants it, no matter how awful the song is. ]
Ok, now I really wanna meet your friend Omar. Maybe you don't have to switch us out, but a space trip for a movement or two might be possible.
[Hunk takes the box offering, a smile of gratitude on his features, and opens it up, grinning when he reads the logo on the beanie.]
Aw, thanks, man! Y'know, if you ever wanna stop by our place for a bite to eat, you're more than welcome.
[Hunk takes the box offering, a smile of gratitude on his features, and opens it up, grinning when he reads the logo on the beanie.]
Aw, thanks, man! Y'know, if you ever wanna stop by our place for a bite to eat, you're more than welcome.
I think Omar would genuinely dig being able to see space and learn all your secrets.
[Or, equally, he would nope the fuck out and hide in the greenhouse. It could go either way with Omar. He was mysterious as he was salty. He grins.]
Okay, well now you're never gonna get rid of me. I'll just show up randomly at your place asking you to feed me. You'll deeply regret this offer.
[Or, equally, he would nope the fuck out and hide in the greenhouse. It could go either way with Omar. He was mysterious as he was salty. He grins.]
Okay, well now you're never gonna get rid of me. I'll just show up randomly at your place asking you to feed me. You'll deeply regret this offer.
[Hunk smirks, trying on the beanie. It's very warm, and he'll most likely be keeping it on all the way home.]
You wouldn't be the first.
[He quickly reads over the slip of paper that had been included with the hat, lighting up a bit as he does.]
You play piano?
You wouldn't be the first.
[He quickly reads over the slip of paper that had been included with the hat, lighting up a bit as he does.]
You play piano?
That's pretty awesome! I'll have to stop by sometime to watch you play.
I'm probably good at that. Besides, I love a good tune!
Y'know, I had this same conversation with Chloe, but about cookies. If there're two things every normal person likes, it's music and baked goods.
[He chuckles.]
Everyone's a little bit normal, no matter how unique.
Everyone's a little bit normal, no matter how unique.
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