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Thanking the Heavens he didn't have to wait super long for the other to come out of the shop. Just as much as the other wondered, Poet had no idea how he got to the point of dating someone. He wasn't exactly a very socialable person, and hardly spoke to anyone let alone a bubbly, bright stranger like Fink use to be. Though Poet had to admit that the other was much more- persistant- than anything else. Started as just seeing him everday, him talking Poets' ear off for hours on end, an unlikely friendship and then emotions developed and welp- here they were. A few months in and he would never admit it out loud but, he was thankful to the other for just insterting himself like that. These last few months had been some of the most enjoyable times; and that was saying a lot.<br/>
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Peering through black, shagged bangs, Poet furrowed his brow when offered a daisy. Turning slightly pink at the gesture, still as nervous as ever around Fink, and accepted the flower. Placing it behind his own ear and it kept his longer hair from falling into his eyes for the time being. Right! The stuff he had brought for them to do; way to be ahead of the curve Poet he thought to himself in annoyance and gave a small nod in agreement. <br/>
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Poet hadn't let Fink over to his own place; well at least not yet. He much preferred the others' one-bedroom little home compared to the mansion he lived in alongside his parents. It was a starking difference between himself and Fink; the other scraped by while Poet hardly knew what bills where. He intdended to keep the other as in the dark about his wealth and such for as long as possible. Poet was worried Fink wouldn't like him for him if he knew the status of his family. <br/>
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"<b>Of course; we can do it at your place</b>," Poets' voice was soft, lower toned as he spoke. Knowing how much Fink cared for his cats and probably wanted to go home after a day of work, "<b>I got us art supplies. I saw on Tik Tok this trend where you draw something with your partner and then switch every ten minutes. I felt it was something fun for us to do</b>," He gave a small shrug, avoiding eye contact and rubbed his right eye to dislodge a faint voice that fluttered by his ear. Knowing full well no one was there; and sort of tensed up in anticipation for the others' reaction. Was it too cliche? Or cheesy? Poet wasn't sure, but he liked to involve Fink in art as art was an important part of his life. Just like Fink was too now. <br/>
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Mave raised his eyebrow at her when she mused with the ‘if i like you’ part and gave a bright chuckle, “It is very nice to meet you, Asha! I do hope you like me; I’m a very likable guy. Also Mave is short for Maverick, but that sounds way too formal for me,” Mave practically was wagging a tail with how excited he was, and he wished to keep on speaking to the kind woman behind the desk<br/>
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Ashanti. What a fitting name to the gorgeous woman and he went on to speak about the Ulric situation, giving a wave of his hand, “<b>I smelled that dog from a mile away, raccoon dogs have a very specific scent to ‘em like you do but you have a much nicer scent for a were than he does</b>,” Then seemed to realize his wording might come across as bad and quickly back tracked, “<b>Not that you smell or anything; you actually smell really good and like lemon almost and yeah!</b>” <br/>
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Mave rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, this pinky color brushing across his face, “<b>That came out way wrong than intended and I am so sorry about that Asha,” he meekly stated and quickly went to change the subject away from his own stupidity</b>, “Uh well-” The tanned man gave a small sigh at being unable to think of anything to continue before brightening slightly, “<b>Did you just start? Also you spoke of a date; are you telling me I have the chance to ask you out on a real life date? No way</b>,” He gave a small shake of his head and laughed at his own awe-inspired joke. <br/>
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