#;; The label is correct this was the third drabble I drafted but I'm posting it Second

[ballerinapriincess]

🌸 Flower Inventory, p. 3 ;

A FusionFall!DeeDark drabble written in Mandark's perspective, first drafted in February 17th, 2022

Special thanks to @silyabeeodess for the clean Burger Frenzy logo!

Three days, four days, but you’ve only been there two. The coldness of the lab gets to you.

I was a prisoner to my duty; I served its sentence. Still no result was satisfying, no effort was fruitful, for there was a fog in my brain I could not see through, and a faint headache in my brow I could not ignore.

Then like the bristling rain after a heatwave, in came my Angel like a vision. Radiant and beautiful as always; a soothing bliss to these sore eyes.

Her presence only meant one thing: It was lunch time, and I hadn’t eaten all day.

“Hello~!” She dragged her speech playfully, but ever so concise.

She carried with her a paper bag and a drink carrier. How she managed to bounce her step so gracefully without spilling them was beyond me; it was a perk of her charm, a fruit of her ballet training.

“Good afternoon”, I hummed to myself, unable to reply by word.

She put the food on the nearest surface and helped herself to a drink of her fruit punch soda. It was now that I distinguished the smell of the food she had brought: the smell of Burger Frenzy fries and a burger, and a third item I was too tired to identify, but soon awoke the hunger I had been ignoring.

While I wasn’t a fan of fast foods, sometimes the body cannot deny it. When you’ve been at the lab for days on end, and the coldness of the room starts to make you sick, you suddenly find yourself craving the greasy taste of a burger; anything that could make your body sweat in the midst of it all, something for your body to digest over the hours.

How she knew she could make it work is beyond me, all I know is she changed my mind. It’s yet another testament to her magic, possibly due to her experience with her brother.

She fixed her straw and fixed her eyes at me. She looked at me with mild concern.

“Wow, you really need a break.”

She put her cold drink down and leaned closer. She held my face and said “Look at you, you look so red”. The sting of the cold wet fingers made me flinch, prompting a soft “Sorry!” from her as she retrieved to dry them.

She gently brushed the hair off my brow with the long side of her hand, in a swift, soothing motion.

I tugged her hand right back and placed it on my brow, to fully enjoy the sensation.

“Thank you for the food,” I managed to say. “I can feel my creative juices at work again”.

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