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color: #ffffff;"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(99, 90, 86)">“Blythe, sweetheart, remember to be home early before your brother gets into town!”</span></b> Spoke a gentle red-headed woman after the brunette as he rushed around to gather his things, <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(99, 90, 86)">“He said he was bringing his partner and kiddos with him this time! And said they have news!”</span></b><br/>
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News? Was it that they were pregnant again? If that was it, it’d hardly be a shock. His brother, Cedric, and his partner, Achlys, could barely keep their hands off of each other. Nonetheless, Blythe would do the polite thing and support his brother and Achlys even if it meant being bombarded by their four hellspawns because for some forsaken reason, out of all their piblings, Blythe was the favorited.<br/>
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After sliding on his jacket and stuffing his pockets with his things, he gave the woman a soft smile and nodded.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><b>“Of course, mama. Do you, Mom, or Dad need anything before I get back?”</b></span> He asked while being nudged out of the front door.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(99, 90, 86)">“No, no. Don’t worry about us! Just get to work, sweets,” </span></b>Blythe was just pushed past the threshold of the front door to outside as one of his mothers finished speaking to him before shutting the door on him.<br/>
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The brunette blinked in confusion at his mother’s eagerness to get him out of the house, shrugging slightly at the thought he turned on his heel off the porch and began walking. The walk to work was slightly lengthy, but Blythe really didn’t seem to mind the walk; he liked it if anything.<br/>
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It was a fairly short shift he was taking at the cafe today. Normally it would’ve been his day off, but he decided to take the last few hours of a coworkers shift because they needed coverage for one reason or another. Sometimes, Blythe had a hard time saying no to people, but it was okay. He didn’t mind taking a few hours to work if it was to help someone out.<br/>
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As the brunette took a step into the cafe, he was instantly hit with the strong aroma of coffee and the buzzing of anxiety at the small crowd gathered in the shop. Blythe took in a small, shaky breath before ducking past and weaving through patrons to get to the back room in order to grab his apron. He took a moment to catch his breath before getting on the floor, taking a spot at the bar to start making drinks. Blythe quite honestly preferred being at the bar anyways; it was less communication with customers and plus, he was quick with making drinks when they had their peaks in business. Besides, he could silently judge orders without having to be face to face with anybody. Just like this drink order he had to make as soon as he got on the floor to work. What the hell was it even supposed to be? Some Starbucks bullshit?<br/>
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Even if so, he made the damned drink and set it on a counter where finished drinks tended to go. A woman with the worst highlights stood impatiently by and almost as soon as the cup had been set down it’d been snatched up by her before shooting Blythe had been shot a dirty look. He blinked in confusion, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><i>What?</i></span><br/>
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Before he knew it, his time working was up and one of his coworkers, a really tall brunette woman by the name of Maia, was there to nudge him and push him off the floor. If she hadn’t, Blythe in all honesty would’ve probably kept working until they closed. Alas, he flashed a shy, thankful smile to the woman before turning and wandering into the back to put his apron up and grab his jacket along with his phone.<br/>
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Blythe checked his phone briefly to see if he’d gotten any new messages for either of his moms or dad. Nope. With that, the brunette slipped out from the back of the cafe and into the section where customers gathered. It seemed that the influx of customers had died down from the time he got off the floor to now meaning he wouldn’t have to wade through a maze of people just to leave, so that was more than nice to him.<br/>
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Not one to exactly shout goodbye to his coworkers like some, he instead offered a small wave to those who were paying attention or looking his way before he was off and out of the building. Blythe ended up passing by the bakery and flower shop, tempted to stop and grab something for his parents and maybe his brother and his partner to congratulate them on yet another pregnancy, but he decided against it and kept moving.<br/>
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His phone vibrated, noting an incoming message in which he pulled his phone from this pocket in order to look at the message.<br/>
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<i><u><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(99, 90, 86)">Mom:</span></u></i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(99, 90, 86)"><i>When are you going to be home?</i></span><br/>
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Tapping the screen to pull up the onscreen keyboard to answer back, his body collided with another and his phone slid from his hand and promptly hit the ground.<br/>
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While Blythe was free from being dirty, his face instantly lit up with red out of embarrassment. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><b>“I am so so sorry,”</b></span> He spoke hastily as he kneeled down to pick up what the other man had dropped. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><b>“My mom texted me and I-I um wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going or who was around.”</b></span><br/>
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Ah why to go, Blythe! As panic and anxiety bubbled up, he started rambling in attempts to apologize (and most likely overshare) with the slightest stutter as he stumbled over his words. But what could he exactly do? Apologize profusely and hope some random guy he pummeled into on the street didn't get angry at him? That or he could completely break down and give into the panic attack that was just sitting there, begging to show. The latter wouldn't do him any good, so the former it was.<br/>
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Blythe swallowed thickly, struggling slightly to breathe as he could feel his chest tighten, but choosing to ignore it he instead offered a mere tight-lipped smile before speaking again. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><b>"Again, I am incredibly sorry, please it wasn't your fault,"</b></span> He offered the apology again as he moved to straighten, handing the dark haired man what had been dropped after managing  to retrieve his phone. He'd text his mom later.<br/>
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Pocketing the device, the brunette rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b4a095"><b>"Could I- I mean, do you need any help? I'm absolutely free to do so."</b></span> <br/>
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