#morganahex

// So hello guys! You may (or may not) have noticed that I was gone for quite some time, and I'm sorry for that. Next week's going to be the start of my university days and I was off preparing (and drawing stuff for the people I owe art to), so I couldn't even come to visit. 

I checked my inbox just this morning and unfortunately encountered some tumblr mishap with the message counter and some loading glitches -- the counter said I still have 13 messages but the inbox is clear. So I was kind of forced to delete them all after saving what I have. 

(Don't tell Kayle that. She'll kill me.)

I kind of kept a few other asks though, mainly because there's really nothing else interesting to answer in the set of questions I have, but I may or may not answer them when the time comes. But some, I deleted, because they're either really terrible, I have no motivation to answer that, or I lack words to say for that ask. (Sorry.)

Though lately, she's been somewhat mellow or maybe he had gotten used to her that it didn't seem like much already. "I better hurry or I'll be in trouble again," he sighed as he opened shop but kept the front door locked while he cleaned inside. So only the employee's entrance would be available for about an hour or two while he cleaned.

And cleaning was never easy given that there were often burned stuff in nooks and crannies. He also had to scrub some scorch marks on the floor.

Kayle just laughs.

Hard.

She pauses at the sight of the cupcake, and examines it thoughtfully as she reads the note.

"I’ve got some cookies I baked last time; they are baked with strawberries and chocolate chips. There’s… also some mint chocolate chip ice cream I have here.

"Why do I miss someone I never met, with bated breath I lay Seawinds brought her to me A butterfly, mere one-day miracle of life And all the poetry in the world Finally makes sense to me Save one death for me..."