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font-size: 12px;">He was grateful for Ashanti's help, honestly. A hard worker – maybe a little too much- and helpful. Often going out of her way to assist anyone whenever needed. Sometimes Ulric wished she would take care of herself more. He was only going to be gone for an hour at most. The bus ride to the city center wasn't long, he lived close enough to the entrance of the were slice that it never took too long to do most things. A quick lock up and an hour-long break for the both of them would do some good. <br/>
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However, Ashanti insisted she would be fine on her own, given the trip only took an hour. With some more convincing Ulric was out the door, stopping a few times to remind Ashanti who to call in case of an emergency and what not to do when handling angry customers.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#436789">"It wasn't that bad, the guy only needed ten stitches. But sure, I won't give rude customers a taste of their own medicine while you're away. Have fun shopping boss."</span><br/>
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It was sometimes hard to tell when his employee was joking, but he understood the underlying pretense in the last sentence. It only made him pull his lips into a thin line. Was he that easy to read? Regardless, the main point for the expedition was ingredients. Ulric had in mind a specific soup for dinner and didn't have all the ingredients home. Fish and rye bread were the most important. <br/>
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After a quick shower and change of clothes the man was geared up to leave. As always, he was dressed head to toe in dark clothing. Save his mid-calf, bright orange socks decorated with 'halloweenies' -wiener dogs dressed in hotdog costumes. Halloween was fast approaching, just a few more days and people all throughout the city, young and old would be draped in costumes and attending fun parties and candy hunts. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#436789">"Are you doing anything for Halloween?"</span> Reminded of Ashanti's word as he walked to the bus stop. She was discussing some plans she made with friends. Asking good places to get a specific costume that wasn't online. Ulric didn't have an answer. He and his siblings didn't dress up for Halloween. They did participate in going door to door to gather candy however. Asha being as nice as she was, invited him to go costume shopping. Ulric had no idea if he was doing anything exciting himself, and left his answer up in the air. The original plan was to stay home, watch some movies and hand out candy to whoever came by his door. Ulric, however, was very popular since his move to the city. New friends had invited him out to a costume party. At it would be rude to refuse when he had nothing better to do.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#436789">"You need to have fun more."</span> A constant saying his sister would throw at him. It was a fact Ulric often let his anxiety get the best of him. For once, it would be good to just go out and have some fun. <br/>
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Stepping onto the crowded bus. The man considered taking Ashanti's offer now. As he found himself a small section of the overhead handlebar, Ulric held on. His mind now filled with costume ideas as well as dinner. Maybe a chef could work? He owned plenty of aprons. With what little arm room he had Ulric reached into his pocket, producing a phone. He sent out a text to the handy group chat they created.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">[Costume ideas? I have none. Ty]</span> Simon was pretty creative, Zemora as well. He could trust them to give a handful of suggestions that could work. <br/>
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The bus made it to his stop. It felt longer than the usual handful of minutes. Maybe it was the amount of people on the bus. The crowded space made him anxious. Causing the large man to twist at that the rings on his finger for the rest of the ride. Even as he stepped off Ulric was careful about not bumping into as many people as possible. Making his "excuse me" 's and "pardon me" 's just loud enough for each passenger to hear. The thudding of concrete under his boots made him sigh with relief. Solid ground. <br/>
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A good feeling it was, he could feel a small anxiety attack coming on. The brushing of other passengers against him didn't help. But it was fine now, the concrete sidewalks of the inner city weren't as narrow as the inside of the bus. His heart would have time to calm down while he perused the grocery store.<br/>
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A well-stocked bag meant a successful trip. All The ingredients were present for the soup.<br/>
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Well, almost.<br/>
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There was a reason the Bakery was the last stop. Ulric liked getting bread last cause it prevented maximal incidents of it being squished. And with today weather, it wouldn't be as soggy by the time he got home. He knew the weather report was wrong. Light drizzle his ass. He knew he should have brought his umbrella. The was falling harder than the forecast anticipated, Ulric had to pick up the pace. The second reason was embarrassing. Something he didn't want to admit, mainly because it wasn't something he was suppose to do. However, with each visit and the man's annoying habit of starring it was inevitable. <br/>
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The bell at the front door rang when he stepped in. The smell of yeast and flour, rising dough and pastries filled his nose. It wasn't overbearing, just thick enough to be a constant presence. But there was another scent that cut through, immediately making the were excited. Quickly wiping his feet on the mat, he walked to the front counter. A familiar face was there, that matched the familiar smell. <br/>
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It was rare to catch the baker at the front of the store. Ulric had only caught sight of him from the back occasionally. He wasn't hard to miss with the wings. A fae, Ulric was very curious about him, he dared to call it a crush but the fear always pushed that idea far back into his mind. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">"Ah h-hello. Good evening."</span> He stammered finally. Realizing he had been starring. Ulric was always starring, a terrible habit really. To make matters worse, the baker was handsome. Well-defined facial features and two-toned eyes. Ulric had only met one other person like that and was Simon. His eye wasn't as an intense blue as the Baker. It was like looking at old pictures of the ocean. <br/>
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His starring problem almost had him miss the baker's question. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">"Pardon?"</span> This was his first time hearing the man speak. Quiet honestly it threw the wereman for a loop. It was deeper than he expected, but soft like anticipated. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257"><i>'What a nice sound'</i></span> Ulric thought idly to himself. He gave it a moment for the information to process. Right, what was it that Ulric planned on ordering? <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">"Ah, just some bread."</span> He began. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">"Sorry, I should be more specific. Uh, Rye bread and if you don't mind making it fresh? If not whatever you made from this morning is okay."</span> A finger tapped against his side, his nervous buddy in his chest again. With that came the intense craving for something sweet, he needed something to distract him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#2b4257">"Also, a blueberry Danish would be good. Um, that's all."</span><br/>
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