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Eyes fluttering into wakefulness, Bruno has to drag himself out of bed. It’s odd not to have Abbacchio curled against him, but he pushes down the panic, reminding himself that he was still here, but the world had continued to move while they were lost in their own little universe, and as always work had come calling. It wasn’t the first time, by any means, that their jobs had pulled them apart, he reminds himself. Besides, he was going to meet with him and Fugo this morning.
He steps into the small bathroom to get ready for the day, combing out his hair and clipping up his top braid. Looking in the dingy mirror he almost doesn’t recognize his reflection: blue eyes bright, the shadows that had haunted them gone, his cheeks are flush and warm. How strange, that just a few days of rest and relaxing had had such a noticeable affect. While there was a lot still in turmoil under the surface, he felt more clear headed than he had in ages.
Deeming himself presentable he heads out. He has quite a lot of time to kill before he needs to meet with his companions, so he decides to for for a nice morning walk, making his way the the quiet castle district and the little bakery hidden away there.
Kiki greets him with an open smile as he enters, and says good morning. The smell of fresh bread floods his senses and he sighs happily. The cases are full of delectable treats and he has trouble narrowing down what to bring with him, referring to Kiki as he picks out far more than he needs.
The small box is full of sticky baklava for Abbacchio, croissants and small cookies, and a strawberry tart for Fugo. He smiles wide as he leaves the little shop, bell ringing in the doorway behind him as he heads back the way he came.
He smells the little coffee shop before he sees it, and happily makes another stop to pick up two cappuccinos and a rich smelling pour over.
Hands full he arrives at his final destination (somehow still managing to be early). He knocks against the door of Abbacchio and Fugo’s shared home with his elbow, hoping that one of them will hear and answer.
