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☾ : Sleep headcanon

☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon

☼ : Childhood headcanon

☯ : Genderbent headcanon

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☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

⊕ : Talents/hobbies headcanon

☻ : Mood headcanon

✚ : health headcanon

✿ : happiness headcanon

✖ : anger headcanon

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♡ : relationship with (give name or url)

† : religion headcanon

✄ : pet peeve headcanon

☂ : food headcanon

BANSHEE LEVEL SCREAMING

Rosaline’s incurable sweet tooth had been nagging at her most of the day.

Working security for a higher military office wasn’t easy. She’d been up since the crack of dawn, waking up in a panic under the pretense that she hadn’t performed her nightly rounds to be sure nothing was out of place. It was kind of her employer to let her make her home on his premises, but he still never let up an inch and the last thing she needed was an earful. Rosa spent the rest of the day in a sour, dreary haze after that, and once she was given leave for the day she wasted little time in taking off in order to find a bite to eat.

A variety of pleasant scents drew Rosa toward a bakery that she hadn’t paid mind to before; it was probably the ferocity with which her stomach was growling that made her take notice. She slipped inside, jingling the bell on the door and tucking her tail in behind her before it closed.

What awaited her inside the store impressed her, and already her mood was lifted. But deciding on something from a spread like this was going to be hard.

Anshu spent the majority of his time in the bakery... or directly above it in his apartment. It was convenient to live in the space above his own shop, but he did feel like he never really left as a result. If he were anyone else, anyone with an ounce less of patience, it might have grated on him over time. He was, however, an endless well of good-will and calm and so it never seemed to bother him. At the very least, his customers never saw any irritation. Maybe he was just an exceptionally good businessman.

At the jingling sound of the door, he emerged from the kitchen through a door that led directly behind his counter. The apron he wore was splattered with a mess of flour and spices, some of the mess migrating onto his brown button down despite wearing the protective apron. A spoon, coated in what looked like chocolate cake batter, floated near his head. The benefits of psychic powers and all that jazz.

Ume nodded firmly and gently pulled on one of the feelers, making it stretch out more than it had been originally. One would think it would be painful to do such a thing, but to the rabbit it was this nice little tickling sensation. Kind of like when a feather brushes against your skin!

"It’s cause of these!" She stretched out the other one as well, the smile and blush still on her face. "If someone touches these feelers, they instantly fall asleep. I’m not exactly sure why they do that though, so I’m pretty careful when it comes to getting close to someone."

Frankly, it was a bit too much nodding, but he didn't realize.

— That’s true. I can never deal with the winter although I do love the snow and how everything looks. The tough battle! —  

She chuckled, folding her hands over her lap as she listened to the Empoleon talk. Watching him pull the coin out from the back of her ear her eyebrows raised as she smiled.

Harry lit up like a beacon when she complimented his magic trick, all smiles and bashful pink tint across his cheeks. "Well thanks! People think that one's pretty standard so most of the time I just get, like, eye rolls. I bet they would be really impressed if I could pull a jacket out from behind ears though."

He stopped his sentence quite abruptly, looked as if something had suddenly dawned on him, and turned to stare at his... shoulder. After a moment of this silence, he whipped his head back to the girl rested on his lap.

Aria sighed, having felt a little tired on this day of love and what not. She was let out of work early and needless to say she wasn’t feeling all that…loved. Having gotten into it with her brother over the phone really just seemed to be a damper on her whole mood. She sighed heavily as she held her purse close, dressed cutely for the day itself…still didn’t make her feel any better. ” What a day…” she said, letting out a little yawn and letting her ears droop back some. It was then that she heard someone speak to her, turning around as a man approached her holding what looked like sweets. 

Anshu was always happy to find people appreciative of his work rather than just taking it with a nod and wandering off, though he was certainly accustomed to the latter. He smiled back at her, subdued but every bit genuine. "I did, miss, thank you for your kind words," he responded warmly. "You're welcome to have another, if you wish. Most others have already placed and picked up their orders, so I fear there is little interest in tiny cakes."

Her hands were cold, as if she regularly chilled them in ice, and peppered with little paper cuts (pains of working in a book store), but otherwise small and delicate as a lady's might be expected. She deliberately did not respond to his comments regarding ice because, in all her social wisdom, she had a sneaking suspicion that she would not be able to sell him on its virtues.

Hesitating only a moment to try and figure out if it was an insult or observation to have her 'bright face' referenced, she clapped her hands together and gave a short, somewhat bashful laugh. "Oh, uh! Well, I am totally, 100% lost, actually. I was on my way to check out a book store I had never heard of and I am pretty sure I took the wrong bus? Or maybe I took the right bus and missed my stop. Maybe the store doesn't exist!"

Neva noted that she was doing that rambling thing, coughed, and gave another bemused laugh.