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Candyman really did want to try cooking again and it was a damn shame he had lost privileges to the hospital staff room once again. Honestly, Candyman was pretty bummed about it, but how does one get over being so bummed? Just distract yourself was the easy answer for him. He spedwalked through crowded streets, trying not to bring attention to himself as he made his way to a familiar home- the home to Martine. Ah, the lovely lady, the ‘princess’ as he sometimes coined her. Kind, gentle, all things he wanted right now. Knock knock. “Marty? Are you home? Kinda wanna see the kittens again.” His voice was decently mid-volume, not wanting to shout at the moment. His heart felt kinda odd being at her door.








