Murmur says Mmmh. Perhaps..I could consider, as you see here I'm not..really equipped with the right things to do your recipe justice..*folds his arms, tensing a hand against his sleeve off and on.*
Maybe one day...yeah...*his tone was curious, maybe even wishful, nodding to himself as he pondered the idea a little longer.*
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Murmur says *Stares up at him insecurely, the mans back was already turned and Alfred fidgeted around as though he was on the clock. His fingers nestled their way gently under the lip of his mask, peeling it back juuustt enough to sneak a big bite without causing any physical disruptions.*
O-okay you can turn around now...*nods delightfully, holding up the baked good with much approval.* These are without a doubt the best I've tasted. Wonderfully done Abel. *he complimented softly.*
Thank you, I'll remember this.
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Murmur says *surprise showed clear through his body language, waving a free hand at him.* Oh no no, I'd really like to try one now...I'm just...hrm..*fidgets at his mask with major uncertainty.* unsure how to get it through my mask...how embarrassing.....And they smell so lovely too...It's been quiet some time since I last had something home baked..
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Murmur says *fixates closely on him as he walks by, interrupted by the tray now below his nose. It smelled sugary and rich.* I..I see!..*looks around him then slouches his shoulders.*
It appears..I don't have anything in return as of yet..this was quite a surprise....May I? *reaches down for one, fingers twitching hesitantly before taking one.* er...*tilts his head a little to the left* hmm...*then to the right.*
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Murmur says *wedges it open a smidge, a sharp gasp sounding behind his mask as he pulled the door the rest of the way open for him.* Ah! Abel? *looks around his house cautiously*
What..what brings you? D-Do come in! *ushers him hastily inside so he can shut the door.*
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