she lowers her head a little, gaze fixating on the floor as she rubbed her arm timidly. she didn’t want to admit it, but.. he was right. he always was… maybe she shouldn’t criticize him so harshly. maybe what he’s doing… is a good thing? she doesn’t know what to think, but maybe she shouldn’t think about it at all. she decides she won’t think about it anymore.
a little nod and timid smile are what respond to the baker, little shoes shuffling across the floor and approaching him with apprehension. she.. she doesn’t need to be scared of him. she can’t be scared of him, because if she is, then…
she doesn’t want to think. she just wants to exist, to do as told, to be the good girl she knows she can be. trembling hands reach out and hold onto the leg of her superior, that sweet little face looking up at him with… it was hard to tell.
she wants to go to bed. but she has to make sure of something first. no matter how much she wants to, she can’t completely trust him anymore. “… p-prom.. mmmise.. that y-you w-won’ – nh– m-move me f-from my ruh.. room?”
🔪|| He matched their timid nod with a slow, steady one of his own. What was on his mind as he did so was entirely indiscernible by his placid expression, and he turns back to his work. " Then get some res-- "
He stops. He feels the little hands on his white slacks. An abrupt, uncannily familiar feeling that didn't at all feel like something he-- this current him-- deserved. And all at once, if only for a jolt, a stab, he was so much himself he could see their dear face with agonizing clarity. And it broke his heart. Literally.
You could almost hear the sound deep in his salt filled chest, his yellow-eyed heart of solid glass suddenly got a massive fracture down it's face, to its own shock. The chef doubles over, pressing a hand to the pain in his chest, a terrible pain at that-- but he doesn't let them worry for him. He kneels down to hold their face.
" My dear Kofi, listen to me-- you will be alright! " His tone is almost manic. Not quite sane, to say the least. If the yellow was his appetite and ambition then right this moment, these dark browns were the excuses he made. But at least this him had the good sense to know he was doing something in urgent need of an excuse. " I have no reason to hurt you-- I will not hurt you... I do not have the heart for it, I promise... I need you to understand... w-what I am doing-- it is not harm for harm's sake! I am on the brink of something... truly wonderful! " He assures with hands fervently on their shoulders. " But it requires... experimentation... But I assure you once I figure it out, gain the power, I will make everything right-- everything will be better. That includes for you my little coffee cake... "
Interrupt his pleading brown eyes he suddenly releases them, gripping a hand over his face. " I... know I'm not always quite myself, sometimes... and I apologize-- I do not mean to scare you... "