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The mall isn't unfamiliar territory to him. It's probably the best one in the city, and he's come through here plenty of times to find gifts for people. That's why he's here to begin with; his husband's birthday is coming up. There are a few store options he can work with, he just has to decide where to go first.

He's minding his own business, moving past groups of loud teens and families walking as slow as possible, when someone approaches him. Wolfwood hears the call after him but with everyone around, he doesn't immediately realize that they're trying to get his attention until they actually catch up with him.

"Huh?" Wolfwood looks down at the proferred candy in the teen's hands, then looks back up at their face. They seem... kinda desperate to pawn these off. They must really suck, then. That's unfortunate, but, "Nah, I don't need 'em."

That last part kinda throws him for a loop, though.

"Earthworms? Uh... I dunno, kid. There's a few candy stores 'round here. You can probably find a pack a' jellybeans with those fucked up mystery flavors, though."

He doesn't really eat enough candy to give a real recommendation. He buys the kids in the house some sometimes, but they already seem to know what they like—made it easier. Speaking of, this kid... reminds him a bit of those two, in a way. Just by looking at them.

"With how this place works, I figure you oughta find what yer lookin' for. There's a real big store somewhere upstairs. Need help findin' it?"

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The candy store at Mermaid Cove Mall was a pretty big affair - but they didn't have any of the stuff that Kris wanted. They had been looking for some of those mystery flavor gummies so they could see if Susie wanted to play roulette with them. Nothing said a good time like watching B movie horror while popping gummies and waiting to see who got the earthworm flavored one. The other thing they were in search of was some soft peppermint sticks for Noelle since those were always in season.

But it seemed like the candy place that was supposed to have everything lied. Not that they were surprised, but they'd kind of hoped. It looked almost magical from outside, with jars and shelves with scoops and scales for making your own mix, and while their selection was impressive, it wasn't really what they were looking for.

The most interesting thing they had was black licorice, which looked interesting (scotty dogs!)... but... Kris was regretting buying that one on impulse. They'd already left the store when they tried it and there were no refunds. What a goddamn waste.

"Blech... this stuff's so salty... licorice isn't supposed to be savory." They muttered, spitting out the licorice into a gum wrapper. A candy cigarette was popped into their mouth to try and cover up the taste, but the fake menthol taste didn't really help all that much.

It was a waste to throw it away, and they doubted Susie would like it very much.

They stood outside of the candy store, bag of assorted candies hanging off of their wrist while they shook and rattled the box of candy cigarettes while they scanned the crowd. Maybe someone had an open purse or something they could just... drop the bag in or something...

Kris spotted a guy in the thin crowd of passer-bys. He kind of stood out in the fact that he just looked like the kind of guy that could totally appreciate some kid's rejected candy. Or, at the very least, like he knew where to find a candy store with better options.

"Hey! Excuse me!" They called out around the candy, hurrying to catch up to him. "I have a question - two questions. First, would I have to pay you take these," They fished out the bag of licorice dogs out of their shopping bag. "off of my hands or would you just like. Take them? Because they suck. Second question is, do you know where I can get candy that tastes like earthworms?"

The difference between the licorice and the earthworm candy was that one was bad on purpose.

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"...Hey, look at me." The apologetic bowing is really unnecessary, making him feel a little awkward. It's not like he's angry with her or anything anyway. Sure, the sudden string of absences had been concerning, but with how she had been at work before then he had the feeling something had been going on.

Wolfwood pokes the top of her head. "If I was gonna fire ya, you'd already be gone.

"I know it ain't my business, but... just wish you told me more what's goin on'. Maybe I could help ya out a little."

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"I am terribly sorry for having missed so, so many days and continued doing so..." When she lowers her head, her upper body follows at a 90-degree angle. Her hands were placed in front of her respectfully. She's holding tears back. Staring at her shoes helps, at least.

"I understand if you would rather let me go." She hadn't really been useful at work when she did show up, after all.

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"S'okay to have things that're just for you."

Wolfwood keeps smiling. Did the kid never have something for themselves? He can understand, having lived in the orphanage, everyone needed to share, but...

Well, there's more than enough to spare here for delicious treats.

"But if ya really wanna share, we can. This dinosaur-lookin' girl came by earlier and handed me a new bottle of chocolate sauce."

“. . .is it not important to equally divide and share all treats with everyone in the household?”

And why for Chara, specifically?

“. . . may I add chocolate sauce to it? Maybe. We could. Have a bowl together.”

They are being so fucking brave right now!!!!

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"I mean... I got it for you. Not me. That's why. ...You eatin' more would be a plus, though."

-> @punisheye, insistent about ices cream . . .

“Why do you want me to eat most of it? I am smaller. You are large and need more energy than I do.”

. . .

“wait. Wait A Fucking Minute. Are you trying to make me eat more on purpose?”

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"Don't think we're ever gonna be friends. Too much goin' on there. Plus, he pisses me off more often than not whenever I end up talkin' to him."

A pause. He frowns.

"I guess he ain't all bad though... helped pay back for repairs n'then some n'seems glad t'spend money at the café. Just has the kinda personality I can't stand. ...Don't wanna punch him in the face anymore, though. For now."

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"If he blows up over ya like that again I'm flushin' you down the toilet."

"Nothing I've never experienced!! It's none of your [business success], anyway."

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"Yer talkin' real nasty for a guy in grabbin' and throwin' distance."

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item: a big fat tomato from the garden!!!!!!! Success

"Look at that!" He holds the giant tomato up to the light, as if to get a better look at it. It looks nice and juicy and he's honestly considering taking a big bite of it like it's an apple.

But he ought to share with his husband, who put in most of the work to grow the damn thing.

"Good job, sweetheart. How d'ya wanna use it? Cut it up with some salt n'pepper? Put it in somethin'? Whatever ya want."

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She gives him a specimen butterfly. It's small, and has something strange with its wings. Its like they kept growing outward in fractals.

Something about specimen insects, particularly butterflies, does something unpleasant to his brain. He's not entirely sure why—or, he has an idea, but it's something he'd rather not dwell on.

(A man in the Eye had compared him to a bug captured and pinned up for everyone to see, for his mentor to show off. It still gets under his skin.)

This one is odd, though. He turns the frame in his hands, watching the light catch on the wings. His unease doesn't show on his face or in his body. Outwardly, he appears relatively relaxed. Curious, even.

"What's goin' on with it?"

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item: an egg

"Th...anks?"

There's already a new case of eggs in the fridge... and this one seems a little, uh, dirty. Like it's been sitting in the trash.

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a catering request for an employee luncheon at his clinic, along with handwritten note:

It's not too many people, so I thought your café could handle it. If you'd rather forward the business to another establishment, I'll trust your judgment on the recommendation.

At least he was given enough time in advance to prepare so they're not scrambling around like a chicken with its head cut off. Wolfwood looks over the request, thinking, before he goes to put it into the system. Hey, it's good money.

He makes sure to attach a copy to the corkboard outside of the office. Wolfwood's glad Aurelius' name is close to the top of the contact list, so he's able to send a message that just says:

Cafe can handle it. Should all be ready in time

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Item: It's a picture of Wolfwood and Livio as children.

He's already dubious about anything that Legato might want to give him, so he accepts the photo while eyeing him suspiciously. He imagines it's going to be something stupid, or horrifying, he's absolutely not expecting what it actually is.

Alarm lances through him. Wolfwood almost crumples up the photo by accident, but he manages to keep holding it like it's some precious thing. Because it is. There were no other photos he knew of from his childhood. He didn't even know any of Livio existed from that time either, none of them together. They look so young; big-eyed, round-faced, a little scrawny, Wolfwood's grinning from ear-to-ear and Livio looks a little more shy, but leans into the arm around his shoulders. None of them knew what was going to happen to them. The orphanage didn't have much, but they had been happy. This is—

"How'd you get this?" Wolfwood rasps out, holding the photo close to his chest. "Where? When?"

His voice is a little steadier now, growing in volume, "Why do you have this?"

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item: this

...He puts it with the other plushies he's somehow been accumulating.

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* you have obtained a DRAWING of KURONEKO surrounded by strawberry cakes

Aw, look at that...

"This is pretty good, kid."

The cat pictured trots over to the pair, as if on cue, and Wolfwood lowers himself down to show her Chara's artistic rendition of her. Kuroneko sniffs at the paper and then gives it a gentle headbutt.

"I think she likes it, too."