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" Angelica flowers. Have you heard of those?"  The horse-man stepped inside to look around the selection, he found a lot of colorful flowers but the one in particular he was looking for was rather bland looking. " They go well with fish. I think they look a bit… puffy. "

" Yeah, yeah."  Dylas rolled his eyes at the comment. How should he know anything about flowers in the first place? Well he knew which ones to eat in the wild but that was about it. " They could be white or purple. But the ones that are best to cook are white. I haven't...smelt them before. In fact, I've never had any before."

" Yeah …oops. " Dylas responded with a bitter irritation to himself. How could he mess up at that? He placed his hands on his hips and was already heading off to the proper direction. " Well,… whatever. Let’s go. " Wandering off, he aparently just realized Kiel was having a bit of a hard time keeping up—waddling like a penguin and such. Dylas probably should had said it in a more politically correct term when he said this, "Keep up will ya? " Well excuse Dylas for handing the blonde a blanket in the first place.

The lavender haired ex guardian came to a halt when he reached the destination. " This is defiantly the place this time. " He looked  around to see the entrance of Dragon Lake right beside the hospital.  "So uh, don't go around wearing clothes like that in the snow, alright? Also, make sure you ain't wearing that around your sister, because that wouldn't end so well. " Dylas wasn't particularly good at ending conversation, but he felt the need to not make a big ruckus for the knight to see her brother in lack of clothing. Leon probably would though. Sheesh.

This Can't Be Healthy || Doug & Dylas

Upon the painful impact of Doug's legs pushing him off, Dylas was relieved to see the dwarf alive and kicking again. He didn't even want to argue, or explain-- although those words stung harder than a wasp. Dylas just sat there with his eyes wide open as the redhead shouted. Not really sure what to say or do with himself. When Doug threw the rock, it whammed him in the eye and Dylas didn't even flinch. He just took the pain as it came, with his eye swelling up immediately. Knowing wholeheartedly-- that was what he deserved. And if he was being more honest to himself, this prang in his chest pained him more than his injury. Covering one eye with his hand, the other eye watched the dwarf as he stormed off into the distance. "Why did I ever bother...?"

This Can't Be Healthy || Doug & Dylas

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Her smile seemed to have a bit of an frightening aura around it. Looking back to the outdoors,he commented. ” Well yeah, it’s a pretty nice day at this time of the year.” Dylas faced the girl’s direction, eyes downcast on to her. He naturally looked terrifying himself, but that smile was too much for him. ” Actually I’m here to buy some flowers, I won’t take long. ” He felt to need to add. ” For cooking. “

"All flowers taste good!" Well, some were poisonous, but that was irrelevant. "Do you want a specific flavor or texture? Maybe I can help!" She stepped away from the door and Dylas and gathered fire flowers and pink cats in her hands. "Do you want spicy or juicy?" She continued to smile as she stared at Dylas. Amber hoped she would helpful to the horse-faced man.

" Angelica flowers. Have you heard of those?"  The horse-man stepped inside to look around the selection, he found a lot of colorful flowers but the one in particular he was looking for was rather bland looking. " They go well with fish. I think they look a bit... puffy. "

" Okay. Good, " Not that I think you could dirty things anyway, little child. As the ex-guardian pretty much ushered the blonde that’s been wrapped up like a Rolli-pollie towards the general direction heading towards Kiel’s house. At least, so he thought. ”Shit.” He muttered to himself. Upon realizing that he’s passed the flower shop and the grocery store—Kiel’s house was the other way. It was as if he was heading back towards his own place, dammit. "You uh, live next to the blacksmith right?"

" Yeah . . .oops. " Dylas responded with a bitter irritation to himself. How could he mess up at that? He placed his hands on his hips and was already heading off to the proper direction. " Well,. . . whatever. Let's go. " Wandering off, he aparently just realized Kiel was having a bit of a hard time keeping up--waddling like a penguin and such. Dylas probably should had said it in a more politically correct term when he said this, "Keep up will ya? " Well excuse Dylas for handing the blonde a blanket in the first place.

Dylas honestly hated his job. It required him to be socially interactive with others. When Porcoline had given him the job, he hoped that it was only temporary or a joke. But hey, free room and board and this was the least he could do for the cook at the moment. Dylas never minded helping out in the kitchen, in fact he preferred to be in there learning how to make better dishes than to have visitors glare at his strange appearance. He tried to make himself look more like a waiter by wearing an simple uniform with an apron covering himself up. Still feeling ridiculous, he'd start his day. There was a morning rush he had to dealt with, mostly travelers who were visiting Selphia and the usual butler trio enjoying their meals. The blue haired one, Vishnal was it? Would always spew out some kind formal pleasantries and crap. Telling Dylas he should "smile more," and that maybe it'd make his job much "easier. " Dylas didn't want to deal with that bull crap, unless he really did look terrifying, did he? That would be bad for business. Finally things were slowing down in the restaurant that the ex guardian was ready to take a small break. Dylas pulled out a chair to sit in, then the doors opened. "Oh greaaat. " he muttered to himself, guess his break could wait. Upon seeing Dolce and her little ghost stalker, luckily Margaret wasn't around or else she'd be getting the creeps. Stoically walking towards the lady, he glared right back at her as her eyes were like daggers being thrown at him. What's her problem?" ....Welcome." He said with a monotonous voice, quirking his eyebrow. Holding a notepad with a pen in hand. When Dolce mentioned her request, he tried to keep himself professional. " Yes, Mam--" Then Pico popped out of nowhere, he let out a small look of shock. " GRRK. " Porcoline made a giggling voice out in the background, probably motioning to Dylas to keep himself together. Dylas took a deep breath before he might done something to that little apparition. Writing in his notepad, he responded to the little ghost that was right next to her precious "Dolly." "Yeah. One special coming up. "  He walked off towards the kitchen, telling Porcoline " Another special, I'll take care of the tea. " Finally something that didn't require talking to people. The once guardian placed water in the pot on top of the stove and waited for it to boil. Porcoline offered to help Dylas with the tea for some reason. What? Did Porco think I can't even boil some water properly? I make tea for those butlers all the time and-- "Don't worry about it, I got this. " Porco chuckled at Dylas as he resumed cooking the weekly special. Grabbing some popular herbal tea bag mixes, honey, and sugarcubes to put on the tray, Dylas finally placed the boiling hot water into the serving pot. Walking back towards Dolce, he placed the tray onto the table gently as if he did not want to burn anything. " I wasn't sure what flavor of tea you wanted, so I had given you some choices in here. Be careful, it's hot." He looked at Pico. " Your meal shall be coming shortly. " he said quietly before adding. " Anything else?" He was so ready for his break.

Dylas was rather out of it to comprehend the situation. As he staggered along with Illuminata to the clinic, he could had sworn to hear her muttering under her breath about something-but it was too hard for him to make some sense out of it. Once they reached into the clinic, Jones was apparently there ( much to their demise) curious as to what was going on? The doctor laid Dylas down on a cot and started to talk to the ace detective flower shop owner. Dylas’s eyes closed as he tried his best to get the ringing out of his head.

After being examined by Dr. Jones, Dylas felt uneasy as he had him lay on his side placing drops in his ear. The ex guardian had to stay still for a few minutes before the medicine kicked in. But this was soothing the pain as the ringing slowly dulled out. Dylas noticed Illuminata was talking to the doctor about what was going on-- she did not need to stay, that was rather kind of her. "Huh." He muttered to himself as he closed his eyes for a moment. Dylas felt a bit frustrated to himself because he never knew he had a major weakness that was right out there in the open. Imagine the possibilities that potential enemies could do to him in a fight. This sucks. Moments later, he slowly opened his eyes to see the red-haired detective with a look on her face that he's pretty sure people of Selphia don't see quite often. She was usually... quite exuberant. He humored her. "Why are you looking like that? What, was this mystery a crime you couldn't solve?" Dylas let out a small genuine laugh.

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Dylas flinched as Amber bumped in to him. He didn’t mean to glare, but that’s how his expression naturally came out. “Watch where you’re going.” he muttered. Dylas took notice that she was walking out of the shop. Was it closed? Obviously no one else was there to run it, he wondered why Amber was running out.  Dylas came in there to buy some Angelica flowers to cook with some fish he caught, but seeing it’s not much of a pretty flower he was unsure if they carried it. Dropping the glare, Dylas finally asked. “Where are you going?”

Her smile seemed to have a bit of an frightening aura around it. Looking back to the outdoors,he commented. " Well yeah, it's a pretty nice day at this time of the year." Dylas faced the girl's direction, eyes downcast on to her. He naturally looked terrifying himself, but that smile was too much for him. " Actually I'm here to buy some flowers, I won't take long. " He felt to need to add. " For cooking. "