 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Breakfast? Well, he hadn’t been expecting that. He was a bit grubby and tired and wouldn’t have minded a shower because he was sure he smelled a little like pickled slugs and octopus powder of which he had been using in spades for this potion. A short nap would have been nice too, considering he’d been awake for close to 30 hours. It would also have given him the opportunity to show off his cooking skills. Only Zita sounded like her mind was made up. So breakfast it was. If things went well, he could cook for her some other time.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and simply replied, ”As you visch.”After all, it wasn’t like he had anything or anyone he had to be home for. His father wouldn’t be contacting him until next week and his plants would be fine seeing as he had watered them a few days prior. Besides, it was a good thing that she still wanted to spend time with him, right? He was so used to people leaving him the moment things got hard. It was one of the reasons it took him a while to open up to people.
If everything had gone well with the potion, he should be able to bottle it up, hand it off to his boss and be on his way in about an hour. If things went wrong, well he’d deal with that if the potion hadn’t brewed properly. He shifted from one foot to the other as he contemplated whether or not he should say goodbye and then before he could think about it too much, he bent down. With one hand resting on the table for balance and to help him judge distance and space, he leaned down kissed her on the cheek before he walked off.
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The potion had brewed perfectly, so roughly an hour later, as he walked back to the seating area Adam was tryng to decide whether or not Zita would still be waiting for him. He wasn’t quite sure what he would do if she wasn’t. Part of him was convinced she’d probably become impatient and had left. It’s what people did to him; they left, just when he got his hopes up. Still, the optimist in him was convinced she’d have waited because she had been the one to order him to come back.
”Sita?” he called out as he walked into the general area where they had been arguing. He didn’t want to venture too far into the chairs and tables afraid he’d tumble over one that hadn’t been pushed under a table. His head was starting to hurt which was a sure sign that his eyes were getting tired. He knew he was pushing the boundaries of overworking them and resolved to take his glasses off once they get to wherever they went for breakfast.
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