(Baguette hummed a soft tune to himself, a tune familiar to few. His voice pitched as he continued to hum the hymn, placing the last pastry in the basket, frosted perfectly with cream and dusted over with toppings: Strawberry shortcakes had dried raspberry crumbs, Chocolate fudgecakes had intricate designs marbled into the cream with a syrup as light as the before-mentioned cream, Cheesecake slices decorated with colourful, melted chocolate, sprinkles and cherries.)
(He smiled, finally satisfied with his work. He finished the basket with a pink bow on the top, wrapping it with precision too perfect for an amateur, or a human? His amber eyes narrowed, before they lidded and reopened, gloved hands with fingers bare picking the basket.)
(He stepped out of his house. His house, cold and typically empty, devoid of colour, devoid of life. He wondered how he could make it feel as warm as Comedian's. Comedian...)
hello ?? anyone home ~~ ??
(He knocked on the door of a particularly yellow house, pale knuckles clacking against the door as he waited for someone to open the door.)
Lemon stopped playing her viola abruptly when there was a knock on her door, and rushed downstairs to see who it was, opening the door, viola still in hand.
An abnormally tall man stood at her door, his curly hair resting by the sides of his legs. She had to crane her neck to look up at his face, blocking out the sunlight where she stood because of his height.
Oh-oh! Um, hello! Can I help you?
She stares up at you in awe. Oh the poems she was going to write about you.
She glances at the viola, still in her hand.
Oh, um sorry about this... two seconds.
She turns around to place her viola down on a table inside her home. It was warm and cozy, and smelt of lemon drizzle cake. The walls were a comforting cream colour and the haways were decorated with warm fairylights in a yellow hue.
She speaks to you with her back turned while placing her instrument down.
Oh, feel free to come in! Welcome!
She turns back to you and pits out her hand for you to shake it. She beams up at you.
Even though that's not my name..but still..
Pleasure to meet you! And who might you be?