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୨⎯ "Day-11. odd" ⎯୧

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[ zoner belong to cj, hello cj, i see you still haven't download wattpad yet ]

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You just finished talking with train gang through the call, getting ready to pay a visit.

Sketch told you he will invite you one day to meet with his sisters.

Smiling, you pick your backpack up and adjusting the cloak neatly. You were about to walk off until you hear someone called your name.

Turning around, blinking.

Cold head.

With a plate of food and drink.
"You heading off already, (Y/N)?" She speak gently, a soft chuckle escape from her lips.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The house is silent.

No doubt Hot head went to sleep again.

You were listening Cold head talking about how exciting she is for going to be a bartender tonight. Smiling, you cup your hands around the glass of what seem to be some.. taste like grapes.

You dont know what tho.

"I'm going to take down the whole restaurant, i swear-"

You giggle at her, placing a top of cups against your lips, "You must take an opportunity, work hard, this is rare to get" You said, taking a sip.

"I know right" Cold head lean on the table, sighing "HH is so selfish"

You almost spit on your drink, giggling "For real" A glass click against the table as you place the cup.

Cold head shake her head, chuckling. A silent grow between you two but a comfortable one. A flat smile was on your lips, humming a very low tone.

You glance at Cold head, her head shine against the sun, blinding by the light, your mind concern as you saw the ice melt.

A bit.

"Cold head!" You called out as haunch over in panic. "The ice-.." you actually had no idea what to say.

She look back at you then her little bit wetted dress "oh dear, how careless i can be" she reach for a napkin before patting the fabric on her dress - zero worries for her head.

You shake your head, grabbing her hands to stop before pointing another hand to her melting head. "Cold head- your-"

"Oh" Cold head chuckle a bit, sad sounding. She take your hands and release them from her heads sighing "My apologise for startled you, traveller.. Its always happens whenever i'm stress-.."

"..."

"..."

Focusing the word stress, you stand up from the seat, squeezing her hand, "Get up" You said, sorta bossy which she chuckle a bit. "I said get uppPppP-"
Laughing at your childish wince, she stand up and brushing her waist apron.

You drag her circle around the kitchen counter until you stop in front of the fridge - opening the fridge door, you see a lot of ingredients sitting, some of them fall which you didnt mind at all. Pushing some vegetables aside, you even pull out the plate too-