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Okay Ashley really needed a job.

She’d known this from the moment she’d realized her trust fund had been largely drained, but she’d struggled with accepting the reality at her feet. Much as she’d struggled to move out and move into a small apartment and struggled with...well. Life in general. It was time for Ashley A. to get back on an upswing. At 26, almost 27 weeks pregnant there really was no time for her to waste.

Which meant work. She’d considered different possibilities: Hatter’s would be too stressful and she might dump coffee into assholes faces, the shoe shop that just opened up (but then she’d heard that some girls she couldn’t stand worked there), the record store was out if only because she was pretty sure her judgement of people’s music taste would get her fired. 

That left only a few options. Chapter Three, where she thought maybe Belle would be sympathetic to her situation...or the Moon Market, where Jun Moon ran the place. Some might say this was a ridiculous direction to go, but Ashley was convinced this would be the right move. Mr. Moon after all was the one with the petitions she could actually respect. 

So, Ashley found herself making her way into the market, her resume carefully printed on paper that smelled of roses. This largely compensated for the fact that she didn’t have that much experience, though she definitely could say she babysat, and she’d helped out with plays, and of course she’d organized a few great parties. All skills that weren’t particularly useful for working at the market, but she could argue it anyway.

It took her a moment to spot him, but once she did the girl straightened up and marched forward. No time to cower like one of the losers at secondary. “Mr. Moon? I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if there was any chance you’d be hiring?”

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For a long while, Eric had been content with where he was in this new life that he had been able to settle into. Nothing too frightening had happened so far. In regards to magic, that was. Customer service was turning out to be more terrifying than he thought possible. (Turns out people were very passionate about the whole system.)

These days he had hit some sort of slump. There had been a decline in the feeling like he was actually getting somewhere. Before he had thought he would be able to get through this within the span of a few weeks. A few weeks was turning into a few months and he felt as though he was...stagnant. Melancholy. Despondent.

Bummed out, if you will. 

What he needed was advice. Normally he would flock to Grim for moments like this but Grim, bless his soul, currently thought Eric was dead. Or maybe just lost, he didn’t know what that whole situation looked like nor did he really want to right now and, anyways, the point was that if he were to call Grim then he would get a lecture instead of help. And while that was justified it wasn’t what he was looking for and he wanted to put off that conversation for as long as he possibly could.

The only other person he could think to go to for this sort of thing was–

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Finn had been dreading this moment. 

As soon as he had come back to himself he’d felt a massive wave of shame and embarrassment. The fact that he had held a knife to Tae’s older brother was...well it was upsetting. And it wasn’t him. But he’d done it and he couldn’t take that back.

What he could do was try to make amends. And the best thing that Finn could think of was to try and bake Jun Moon a cake. But it wasn’t just any cake. He could still remember the time where Jun had put him more at ease and given him some banana pudding. He would just take the best pudding and make a cake with it.

He’d carefully decorated it and put bananas on the outside too, putting it in a cake tin and making his way over to the market, his shoulders hunching in on himself the closer he got. But he needed to do this or he could never go near Tae’s place again. Or the market. He took a big breath and let it out again, stepping into the market nervously.

“H-H-H-H-Hi M-M-M-M-M-Mr. Moo-Moo-Moo-Moon. I-I-I-I’m really so-so-so-so-so-sorry for the other d-d-d-day.”

oh wow im on jun thats embarrassing