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Emma didn’t quite u n d e r s t a n d why this was the one thing on her mind. Her fingertips were laced around a whisk, mixing together a batch of ingrediants in hopes of bringing some sort of bliss towards her blonde friend. Ever since her birthday, El’s mood has only been depleting. She wasn’t going to council her on it. God, that would be extremely hypocritical of the nurse even considered it. It was something the brunette had never noticed before. Eliza was damn good at hiding herself away, masking it over a buttery and elated texture. It was so out of place to see her like this. No one could blame her. So she hums an affirmative sound, listening as the door opened towards the apartment. “You’re all out of milk!” Her hands were laced around a bowel, showing the cake batter and cream cheese of a mess she made.














