Just a Simple Merchant

Owlthur - a doodle inspired by quartzfox

the prompt was Magical Girls People :’^T

Dominant Arthur and Frey by request! Arthur’s hair baffles me on so many levels. Frey’s hair is pure magic and sunshine and windchimes~

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Do not watch if you are feeling manly and wish to continue feeling manly today as this will melt you into a puddle of gooey mush

He still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to this; he had too much work to do, but his friends were right.  He needed the break…

“I’m more than confident that I can guide you, at least in this manner of things.”

“I would be honored to be guided by you,” Arthur says, a bit more flirtatiously, with just a hint of innuendo.  He looks around the restaurant; indeed, it does seem to work hard at providing “atmosphere” with its somewhat dimmed lighting, dark wood, and lots of plants.  He peers closely at one or two of them; they’re real.  “This is a very lovely restaurant,” he observes. 

With a sigh, he smooths down his shirt and goes to the door. “I’m ready to go when you are…where did you say we were going, again?”

“Not at all, my love. I know you love me, and I know you love me deeply. I love you too. I made that remark in passing. I apologize if it upset you so; that was not my intention.”

The smell of the food reaches him and he sighs again, thoughtfully this time.  “That does smell like a good idea.  I shall return in a moment.”  It does not escape him that he’s still largely dressed as he had been the day before as he gets out of bed.  His own repertory of recipes is rather limited, so he prepares himself a bowl of cereal with milk -- that being something even he can’t mess up, and returns to the bedroom to sit on the floor opposite Vai.  “Sometimes I think I should learn to cook better,” he says as he digs in.

He still wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to this; he had too much work to do, but his friends were right.  He needed the break…

“The restaurant is here!” He gently tugs on Arthur’s arm, pointing to a slightly-worn sign reading Il Giardino.

“For the moment, however, I place myself in your hands; this is quite foreign territory for me,” he says with a slight grin.

some one sit me down and tell me that I need to stop