porcelain heart . ᵃᶦʳᵐᶦᵈ|ʲᶦᵐᶦᶰ
@airmidxmp
Monday has since passed and the male had gotten back into the rhythm of regular schedule juggled between school and work, freetime cut extremely short with having to catch up on a fair handful of matters other as well, but Jimin did not mind being kept busy, made it easier in his position, diving straight into the action which allowed for his thoughts to wander less.
There had been one rather small but important aspect of his return to reality’s lull of repetition which brought comfort in small amount now that had yet to be dealt with, and that was facing Airmid. The goddess had been busy all week though he was not aware with what business, and so far they had not seen beside brief moments in passing as he and rest of the employee’s tended the atelier in her absence. He did wonder though.. if it had anything to do with the recent rumours-- not even, whispers passed from numerous mouths carrying truth caught by his ears as well.
That wasn’t on the forefront of his mind however as the demigod had entered the small store and exchanged to work clothes before approaching Airmid’s side, heart hammering in small nervous bursts. Jimin felt as if he had let her down, but knew he couldn’t afford to think in such a way either so it left him in a stage of uncertainty, itching for any task available to divert focus fully on work. This worked for a while, but then the last customers of the hour trickled out, the male graciously offering to take care of the new dishes and what few had been left to soak previously and disappeared to the back to do just so, the goddess following after him not much later, presumable once the woman had finished cleaning the tables.
Sensing her approach more than hearing nearing footsteps over the slosh of water he glanced up at the woman, not tensed in posture but feeling a mild apprehension swirling in stomach, still automatic smile was flashed, “I got this, there’s a few more plates and some spoons left and I should be done. Just need to dry them.”
