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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒      and Doctor Baizhu handles business as usual. He speaks to the stallkeeper—the same assortment of herbs and goods as always, he asks—and the stallkeeper prepares his request over small conversation, bundles of greenery laid over the bottom of a paper bag like tile. It's all part of his routine, the schedule that keeps the cogs in the pharmacy's operations turning, and Baizhu thrives in its reprieve. Breathing room in his busy lifestyle that he doesn't take for granted. As he's handed his goods, he bids the stall-keeper farewell. 'Til next week, he says, thanking him with a warm and friendly smile. And the man laughs, tells him to take care and not work too hard. Baizhu takes his leave—or he would, but it appears Changsheng has an admirer. Such an occurrence isn't unusual; he chuckles as she tucks his snout between the folds of her body, amused by her stubborn shyness.       ❝ I see you've taken a shine to Changsheng, ❞ the doctor observes, his golden eyes fondly resting on the young man's intrigue. ❝ She's not usually so shy. ❞

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄      stop on Zhilan's way home. As he stands shoulder to shoulder with a stranger in the humble little sweets shop this afternoon, he peruses the various cakes and pastries laid delectably on the shelves of the refrigerated display. He doesn't browse for himself, mind you. Zhilan enjoys cakes and confectionaries as much as the next person, but when compared to Xerxes his appetite for the rich and sugary easily pales. It's Xerxes he shops for, and with strawberries out of season the process of deciding requires more consideration than it typically would. The mutters of the patron beside him says it's not a unique experience: he must also be caught between his choices. Zhilan smiles, seizing the opportunity to help each other out through a bit of friendly conversation.

didn't think i'd finish so fast so disregard the reserve. but heres owen from promise of wizard! you can read his app under /a!