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It had been more than just a little while since he’d last spoken to Nina, so Isaac could imagine that winding up on her doorstep probably wasn’t the most organic way of attempting to say ‘hello’ again after their weird (and essentially failed) date. But here he was, rocking on his heels as he reached out to ring the doorbell, glancing down the length of their street. It was a little past 7PM, so he hoped that Nina was both at home and not in the middle of dinner. His fears were erased as soon as he heard the lock sliding out of place and he looked back to the doorway just in time to catch sight of the brunette. “Hey, neighbor,” he greeted, smile slightly tight. “Do you happen to have a cup of flour that you could spare?” Isaac asked, lifting the measuring cup in his hand, as if to prove his impromptu visit and request. ( @ninamurray )

Isaad hadn’t expected the Winter Wonderland Festival to be quite so... intense. Given that it was his first full winter in Boston, he’d been thankful for the relatively light snow and easy chill this year, but he was beginning to think that he was even more thankful for having ran into Nina right when he started to wander through the marketplace. The festive shenanigans surrounding them seemed like too much to endure alone. “I had no idea that Boston was so into Christmas,” he commented, glancing from one brightly decorated booth to the next. “I always thought that Halloween was more of a Bostonian thing, you know?” Isaac was rambling more than anything else, a conscious stream of thoughts passing by his lips while he slipped his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He tagged on a shrug, turning his gaze back to his neighbor as they walked side-by-side. “Any last minute gifts you need to snag?” ( @ninamurray )

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What was your muse’s favourite food as a child? Is it still a favourite or have they found a liking for something else?

all of the galaxies!!

Text ✉️ Nina