𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 and a basket full of whole-wheat linguine and vegetables; it becomes OBVIOUS upon closer inspection that it’s pasta night at home. Eyes absentmindedly oversee Agnes trying to pick out good-looking bananas ―― a family of two, at least he tries to make it work. But in between preparing classes, raising his daughter, and taking on erratically incoming orders from Halcyon Aegis, it’s tough work and it SHOWS. Eyes look even more tired in the artificial light of a grocery store, half a grin plastered onto his lips when Agnes shows him a particularly SPOTTED fruit. That’s just how life is ―― and her fourth birthday is coming up soon, also. Figure navigates through the aisles, pulls his daughter aside when she threatens to RUN INTO another customer. “ Sorry, ” he mumbles and Agnes mimics him ―― then he RECOGNISES the face and his own lights up, even just a little. “ MacKenzie, isn’t it? I think we bumped into each other after the last parent-teacher conference. ”
@trickbehindthemask. starter call.














