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Louis Amamiya ⬤ Code Vein
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moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[bust]

[ Oh… ///💦 ]

Really? You're not just saying that, are you?

All I did is remove the crappiest roses and kept the better-looking ones, then covered the imperfections with whipped cream…

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Would I have said it if I didn't mean it? I have no reason to lie to you.

It looks great! I promise.

[bust]

[ Yeah… yeah. In Ayer's mind, he thinks to himself that Louis should keep it that way, especially as the next Sanguis cycle draws nearer each day. ]

The hearts.

[ He shows it: they're sprinkles. Now it's done!! ]

Thanks for putting up with me.

[ Th, thankfully… This is over text. Ayer would've struggled to say that otherwise. ]

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[Don't worry about it, okay? They'll... get there when they get there! And boy are they getting there...]

It was nothing. In fact, I had fun.

So. Were you planning to tell me you baked at some point or was I supposed to find out on my own?

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[ They are… And Ayer is actually patient… Even if Louis lies to him, while Ayer would hate that, he wouldn't do anything outside of frustratingly yelling for five minutes or less. Then it's back to extending his support all over again. ]

What? You're curious?

I'm an amateur at baking. With people coming and going often, the staff is sometimes short, so I have to fill in.

I was only handling drinks at first. Eventually, the kitchen after one of my crew members left. But then, another one left again.

So, here we are.

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[Hey, he definitely offered to be punched for the occasion. Which Ayer probably still wouldn't do—even if Louis deserved it (and he will). But he won't be lying over trivial things like cake, at least!]

Amateur? Really?

I didn't think amateurs could decorate like that. So quickly, nonetheless.

[It sounds a lot like flattery, but that's... just how he talks. Boldly genuine.]

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I practiced…

[ Ayer wouldn't dare pull this off without prior practice, but he definitely needs more of it, especially after today's incident with the rose buttercream. ]

It helps to have a steady hand, I guess.

Do you want to be my test subject from now on?

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I'm all for science and have no reason to say no, but what would that entail?

[Would... Would he get to... Oh no, don't get your hopes up—]

[bust]

[ It is indeed related to sweets… ]

I'm still practicing baking, so I'll send occasional batches to you.

And you give me feedback about their taste, appearance, and whatever you can think of.

1/2

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[!!!!!!!]

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[... Ahem. He's amicable to the idea a normal amount.]

Entire batches...? I wonder if I can handle that.

I don't mind helping, but are you really okay with me? I don't feel especially qualified as a food critic...

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[ Damn. How unfortunate Ayer isn't physically present to witness that endearing reaction. But maybe one of these days, particularly when he hands the revenant the first basket of sweets. ]

It can't be helped if I'm working on several flavors. Don't worry, it'll be a reasonable amount.

I'm asking you because it's more fitting. We're catering to people like you, so isn't it logical to receive input like this?

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[What reaction? Whatever could you mean? There was no reaction whatsoever here. And even if there was it was most definitely, certainly, an incredibly subdued one.]

Hmm. I suppose you got me there. Just don't expect too much from me.

[So he says, but they both know he'll be taking it very seriously anyway.]

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[ We shall see in time, right— ]

I'm sure it'll be fine.

[ Every feedback will undoubtedly help, no matter how little. Ayer trusts Louis because he has a good head on his shoulders and is a fair-hearted person. ]

Then, I'm going back to work.

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Got it. Have a good day at work, then.

And let me know later how they like the cake.