▐ ♛Cinnamon &” ↷s u g a r y.▐
(- - - as softly☆- - -)
➽spoken {l i e s}
And he was out wandering again, with that odd lab coat of his (in the bright daylight!), obviously attracting attention of the walk by. The aroma of the freshly baked pastries and bread was almost intoxicating, and for a brief moment, the doctor had forgotten his task and the reason why he's out here at this dazzling bakery.
So, standing cluelessly in front of the display, Shinra reached out and grab the nearest shirt sleeve, giving it a gentle tug while his gaze still fixated on the baked goods -- of which eventually turned into a distraction.
"Excuse me --
but do you know if any of these bread will make a fine birthday present?"