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He’d probably get scolded for wasting his money on indulging in his love for all things sugary sweet, but in the end, Emmet rarely if ever learnt his lesson regarding those kinds of things. His face was a well-known one in this place in particular, preference changing most of the time, and he also knew a lot of the faces who worked there by now. There was one in particular he was far more friendly with, though. One who he quite enjoyed seeing.

One who he was perfectly content to wait for as he sated his sweet tooth, nibbling on a chocolate-cream smeared fork as he waited for time to pass. It was only a matter of time now, since he’d since learned her schedule quite closely after quite a long while of visitations. Finally, somebody plops themselves into the seat opposite him, and he quickly pops the silverware out of his mouth and beams.

Silver is the pocket watch that flips open and shut slowly, time ticking by in the usual manner. His brother is off: on the train that will soon pull back into the station from the steady loop around the island. For now, he waits on the platform as per usual, smile wide and silver eyes running over those few who wait for their transport to Paralia. Some are familiar, some are not, but that’s simply how things go.

Greetings are exchanged, but little holds his attention for long until his gaze catches onto somebody small and familiar who clambers onto the platform. That is a face he knows very well from numerous trips and talks, her presence a common one at the station due to the many visits she makes to the quieter part of the island. With a wide, stiff stride, he quickly cuts the distance between them, stopping abruptly in front of her and crouching down with an Emmet-esque beaming look of excitement.

❝ Annaaaaa!  

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Hello, anon! Thank you for asking! I figure I should have specified somewhere, but--