𝐌𝗋 . 𝐗

" dat's my job though , ain't it chére ? Gambit always been a good worker . . "

❝ 𝐖hα𝗍'𝖼hα m𝖾α𐓣 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 ? 𝐅ooᑯ 𝗂𝗌 𝗍h𝖾 𝗀α𝗍𝖾ωα𝗒 𝗍o α𐓣𝗒o𐓣𝖾'𝗌 h𝖾α𝗋𝗍 ! ❞

❝ 𝐇oω 'ᑲoυ𝗍 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 𝗀o mα𝗄𝖾 𝗒oυ 𝗌om𝖾 𝗌𝖾α𝖿ooᑯ , hm 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 ? ❞

❝ 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 h𝖾 𝗂𐓣 ᑯ𝖾𝖾ρ 𝗍𝗋oυᑲᥣ𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀h𝗍 𐓣oω . . ᑲυ𝗍 h𝖾 α𝗂𐓣' 𝗀o𐓣' ᥣ𝖾α𝗏𝖾 h𝗂𝗌 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 . . ❞

❝ 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 𝖼oυᥣᑯ𐓣'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 hα𝗍𝖾 𝗒α , 𝐒υ𝗄𝗂 . . 𝐇𝖾'ᑯ 𝗋α𝗍h𝖾𝗋 ᑯ𝗂𝖾 𝗍hα𐓣 ᥣ𝖾𝗍 𝗒α ᑲ𝖾ᥣ𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍hα𝗍 . . ❞

❝ 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 ᑯo𐓣' ᑯ𝖾αᥣ ω𝗂𝗍 𐓣o ᑯ𝖾𝗏𝗂ᥣ𝗌 , 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 . 𝐍o𝗍 α𐓣𝗒mo𝗋𝖾 . . 𝐍o𝗍 𝗍hα𝗍 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 ωoυᥣᑯ m𝗂𐓣ᑯ ᑲ𝖾𝗂𐓣𝗀 ᑲoυ𐓣ᑯ 𝗍o 𝗌υ𝖼h α ρ𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋ᥣ . . ❞

livingdeadboy. ———————— Perchance :3

❝ 𝐘α 𝖼α𐓣'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝗂ᑯ o𝖿 𝗀αmᑲ𝗂𝗍 ᑯα𝗍 𝖾α𝗌𝗂ᥣ𝗒 , 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 . 𝐆αmᑲ𝗂𝗍'ᥣᥣ 𝖼om𝖾 ᑲα𝖼𝗄 , o𐓣𝖾 ωα𝗒 o𝗋 α𐓣o𝗍h𝖾𝗋 . ~ ❞

❝ '𝐂oυ𝗋𝗌𝖾 αh m𝖾α𐓣 𝗂𝗍 , αh ωoυᥣᑯ𐓣'𝗍 hα𝗏𝖾 𝗒α α𐓣𝗒 oth𝖾𝗋 ωα𝗒 , 𝖼hé𝗋𝖾 . . ❞

Took him a couple hours to return to their shared place , but once he did ? He was quick to begin cooking Seafood and Cajun seasoning filled the air , as every single thing she loved came to fruition , even the wore a "Kiss the Chef" apron that he bought a couple years back . .

He watched her go , chuckling with a wide smile on his face. He then grabbed a pair of car keys and call d out to her . ❝ Headin' out ta pick up all the food . . Be home soon , chére . . ❞