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[howthesleeplesswander]

" MMM … MI … MR. FLUTTER - BY WOULD LIKE SOME B – BEANUT PUTTER, PLEASE … ? " 

A spoon with a rather generous scoop of peanut butter layered into its bowl was then offered up to the adeptus, behind it a pair of innocent, hopeful eyes. She took another step closer to Xiao & struggled to keep balanced on her toes as she lifted the spoon as high as she could reach. 

" i … it's very nice beanut - putter! ve … vvv— very, very nice! "

" a … and it's for mr. fluh … mr. Flutter - by! " // ( it's happening 😭 I wrote this on a melatonin so I apologize if it's messy KDNSKDK for Xiao, too! if it wasn't obvious--who ELSE could be Mr. Flutter - by? 😏 skfmdodksk) 

Answered! || asdlfja;djk ARIIIII i'm weeping over her, she's so precious T~T 💕💖 thank you so much for sending this!

In his thousands of years of life, Xiao had seen things that mere mortals could scarcely dream of. Intimately, he knew what humans dreamed. He had survived unspeakable horrors and witnessed great wonders—no longer was he fazed by what the world could give on either end of the spectrum.

Steadfast. Unshakable.

...And yet, every time Ari approached him, all at once Xiao felt as if he knew nothing of the world.

Leave it to humans to find a way to faze him with their sheer absurdity.

"Don't come any closer." The first words to leave his mouth were not a greeting, nor an acknowledgement of the strange...offering? she carried. And yet, words that would be sharp for most were softened for her: a gentle, stern reminder that was reinforced by Xiao stepping back each time she stepped closer.

Only with a few feet of distance between them did golden eyes drop to the spoon that she seemed to want to force into his mouth. Lucky for the adeptus that she couldn't reach even if he would allow her close enough. "Adepti do not eat human food," he said, although the sidelong look he cast the spoon made obvious his questioning whether the pile of brown goop could be dubbed as such.

That should have been the end of it. But after a pause—

"It is kind of you, to bring me an offering—but unnecessary. If this...beanut putter—" Unfamiliar syllables fell awkwardly, leaving a distinct scrunch in the bridge of his nose, "—is 'nice,' you should enjoy it yourself."