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It was always nice to be remembered and greeted like an old friend no matter how much time had passed since they’d last met. Terence mirrored Candice’s motion of raising arms in greeting—less like an air hug than a gesture to say, Look at us! After all these years! Who’d have guessed? “Hey, better late than never.” He laughed. “Just don’t be a stranger now that you know where to find me.” They continued to catch up, and Candice indeed didn’t let herself become a stranger but continued to come in as a regular customer following that. When Terence saw her at the Halloween masquerade, he called out with the same level of excitement they’d gotten in the habit of greeting each other with, arms thrown out. “Candice! Save a dance for me?” he asked. ( @terencemills )

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To say that Candice began visiting Terence at the coffee shop since discovering it was an understatement. She visited nearly every single week, and most often than not she did so whenever it was near closing time. And not so she can be a bother to him—though the first few times she had done so, the girl did feel apologetic because once she had came in right when he started cleaning and had interrupted him—but rather because Candice noticed that not too many people came in when it was later. Meaning more time for her to talk to Terence while he wasn’t so busy. It was nice, and she was really happy to have gotten to know him again. Plus, it like never hurt getting the chance to see his cute face whenever she did. 

Speaking of getting to see his cute face, when Candice spotted him at the masquerade ball, just like when she saw him again for the first time inside the coffee shop, her face light up when her eyes landed on him. A giggle then escaped her lips, the girl delightfully hugging him in return when he threw his arms around her before giving him a squeeze. Oh how super huggable Terence was! “We can totally dance now!” Candice replied, peaking up at him as she didn’t want to let go of him just yet. “That is, if you don’t have a date to get back to or something! But like, even if you did, they won’t mind if I steal you for a few minutes, would they?” 

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🧁 Candlehead💥

Candlehead is a riot who's able to laugh at herself—even when she's the butt of the joke. Hypnotized by the flame atop her own head, she gets lost in a haze of Happy Birthdays. Sugar Rush and its daily races wouldn't be complete without Candlehead, but she's a few scoops short of a sundae.

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 ( hypnotized by the flame atop her own head; she gets lost in a haze of happy birthday : interactions ) ( candlehead is a riot who's able to laugh at herself ~ even when she's the butt of the joke : visage ) ( sugar rush and its daily races wouldn't be complete without candlehead : musings ) ( but she's a few scoops short of a sundae : answered )