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He is so not equipped to do this on his own. Tomas had been trying to hold himself together having this new responsibility of the entire fucking bakery on his shoulders. He didn't know what he was doing, he's just barely legal. Still, he steadied his breaths, and started off by doing what he's always been doing since he was five - wake up by 4am, knead, proof, score, bake, open shop. Whatever his title was, baker, owner, those were the comfortable steps that didn't change. Everything else.. he'll have to figure it out along the way, temper the anxiety with falling back into his everyday tasks, just.. in a much quieter household now without his parents. Because if he stood around and sat in his thoughts for too long he'd be able to feel his breathing quicken and mind spiral to the overwhelming weight of everything.

He had been alone one morning, long before the sun woke up, to do the exact same chores of kneading dough for their sourdoughs. Usually the silence of the night was calming, the bakery as the only shop with their lights glowing on their street, closed sign was still up but through the windows you could see a baker in the back kitchen working away. He jumped at the sudden sounds from outside, it sounded like a shift of a bin, a ..raccoon maybe? Has he ever seen a raccoon in the city? What if it was mutated? There was a mini panic about it all but still, Tomas, grabbed a towel to clean his hands of flour (or wring it in his hands to alleviate the stress), perhaps despite wanting to ignore and lock the doors, there was a curiosity. He peered through the storefront glass to see.. not a raccoon. (or maybe a huge ass mutated raccoon...) He could've died that night, doing the stupid things he does, but Tomas carefully pushed open the bakery door, the creaking of the wood and the bell at the top announcing his presence to the world as he stepped outside to observe the man, mostly with concern.

"um.." Tomas opened his mouth first, blinking at the other looking through the bakery's trash bin. Really like a raccoon... or a lost hungry kitten. With that thought in mind he plucked up the courage the squeak out words again after a long awkward time of staring at each other.

Mrs America Wrap Party.

w/ @mpfreyr

Growing up here in the heart of Egypt had stolen some of Cairo's wonder away. Bes liked to people watch during the day though, tucked away in the shade as he observed tourists wander through his city with awe. While the sun was up the streets were a mess of people from all over- but the real opportunities came at night.

Bes had earned his dinner many a time by stepping in as a fellow street dweller attempted to use force on some unsuspecting traveler, or the occasional group of girls out on the town couldn't find their way home. The son of Bastet was above begging- attempting instead to pedal the handmade wares his father had taught him to make or offer his services as a guide -but during the off season ends became more difficult to meet.

This evening after trying his luck and breaking below even the teen had resigned himself to covertly scrounging through the half rotted fruit thrown out by a street vendor now long gone. It was imperative he lay low, uninterested in catching unwanted attention regarding usually concealed cat like features. It was unusually hot for this time of year and wearing clothes heavy enough to hide a switching tail or a hat to cover velveteen ears made him so warm he bordered on nauseous- so he decided to take the chance. If he was quick enough to find himself something to eat and return home without being seen in passing everything should be fine. 

@veraelwyn​

Nicholas opened the laptop that lay on the table which was scattered with books, plants and paint brushes. In the background, he heard the humming of Rose, and he smiled to himself as he listened, and logged into the computer. The sun shone brightly in through the large open windows, reflecting off the soft dust particles in the air. The amount of sun still gave him a slight headache, but Rose loved the windows, and he loved Rose. 

Opening up Skype, he scratched his beard absently, waiting for Vera’s name to pop up. The laptop binged, and he clicked on her name, pressing the call button. He waited while it rang, and smiled when she picked up, her face filling the screen. “Hello stranger.” He said into the camera. 

❝ And as i watch;

You start to grow up

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“I know...”

Amaterasu was one of the only people who had been there for him as he grew up, actually. He not only owed the Goddess a lot, but he also adored her, respected her, was grateful to her. There were some things though that he didn’t feel comfortable burdening her with; she was a busy women with her real children. A bit of gloominess on Mother’s day wasn’t her responsibility to deal with, hence his brushing off of the subject. Bes had only meant to drop the card off to her and go after all.