#misspancakewitch

[homicidalvirus]

@misspancakewitch

Wherever “Fuckoville” is, it’s nothing like Naples. Frigid air blows right through his suit, and he shivers despite himself. Were he not numb with cold, he would ponder that he’s never seen so much snow before, and that it’s almost pretty to look at. Biting his lip, he draws his arms tighter around himself. His street-honed instincts tell him that someone is watching him, and he tries to remain alert despite the distraction of the brutal chill. How embarrassing, to be seen like this. He scans the street and locks eyes with a small girl giving him a quizzical look.

“...Is there something you need?”

[andthatsthepiss-blog]

@misspancakewitch

For once, the cold in Fuckoville wasn’t particularly bad, and it actually made for quite a pleasant winter morning, premature as it may be. But it was probably an even greater miracle that Abbachio was up and about to witness it. 

He hated so many things about this town, down to its rotted core, but the small cafe tucked by the river’s edge was a welcome exception. He had always enjoyed their selection of teas, and pastries that actually tasted like starchy nothing. It was actually somewhere that Abbachio could sit down and feel... Normal. And as he lounged by the window, absently watching a few sparse snowflakes drift lazily, he felt a dull calm for the first time in quite a few weeks. 

But he is soon drawn away from his stupor as he catches a sight of bright red, contrasting the dull grey scenery, seeming to bob up and down. A better look reveals it to be a bow, perched lightly atop the head of a rather young girl. This wouldn’t be much of an attention grabber in itself, but she seemed to be struggling to carry several heavy bags that seem much to big for her to be lifting, all while trying to drag along a broom along with her. 

He watches her for another second before returning to his tea, having zero interest in leaving the comfort of his breakfast just because some brat seemed to be struggling. Btut a surprised yelp draws his attention again, and unsuprisingly, it seems that one of the giant bags have slipped from their tenuous balance and fell onto the ground. 

He looks away again. The sound of struggling, another bag hitting the ground. He looks up again. Nobody else seems to be out on the street. He looks away. 

He would have helped her. 

Letting out a disgruntled huff, he fishes into his pocket and slams a few notes before trudging out into the cold. He strides over to the small figure hunched and still struggling with her items before he reaches down and scoops one of the bags up. Or rather, tries to. 

A surprised grunt escapes his lips as he feels his knees buckle at the weight. What was in this fucking thing? Rocks? And she was carrying two? 

After another try, he’s able to lift the object... With both arms. Grimacing, he shoots a glare at the girl who dared to disrupt his morning. 

“... Where is this going?” 

[fistsofjustice-blog]

@misspancakewitch

Makoto’s newly-thrifted coat protects against the chill quite nicely, and it’s an adequate replacement for her torn and bloodstained jacket. She feels good as new, better than new, despite the sting of her still-healing wound. She walks through the streets with a renewed resolve, one based on determination rather than reckless fear.

Her first stop is the bakery she had visited with Kiki when she first arrived. She wants to find small gifts to show her gratitude to three people who have helped her in these past few days. Two of the three will be difficult, so she has decided to start with Ann, whom she knows is a fan of anything sweet. Her new friend should appreciate the decadent pastries, and Makoto smiles as she imagines Ann’s excitement upon opening the bag. 

Her cheerful mood only strengthens when she sees a familiar face at the bakery.

“Kiki! How are you? Are you working here now?”

The girl is behind the counter, arranging loaves of bread. It really is lovely to see her again. 

[fuckoville-blog]

Sets this soft girl here too because I have no chill. Kiki from kiki's delivery service. App is in the side bar

Welcome, Kiki!

You can have your broom, a loaf of very stale bread, your bow, a small stuffed Gigi, and your radio, though it doesn’t work. 

And... let’s stick you in Quiet Castle. Have fun~!