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A soft rafting against her door made her cease what she was doing, wiping her hands against a nearby cloth before striding to the front door and swinging it open. Mark stood there with a boyish grin on his face yet he remained apprehensive.
“Hey.”
“Hey?” He muttered, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip—he flicked his gaze anywhere but her. His arms were hidden behind him, fidgeting nervously with whatever was in his hands.
“I'm uh sorry for how my dad acted at dinner last night.” As much as Mae yearned to make Nolan grovel at her feet begging for forgiveness, she could look past it just this once. Mark looked adorable and bashful.
Revealing a massive bouquet and a small red velvet cake—a comedic sight, but not an unwelcome one. “An apology and parting gift,” he said sheepishly.
Mae's eyes widened feeling her heart practically soar through the roof. With trembling hands she accepted the gift, mumbling a hushed ‘Thank you’.
She prayed that Mark wouldn't be able to see the feverish swirls appear on her cheeks, beaming an angry red—nor the small tears that threatened to spill over.
The Avvad be damned, strongest soldier her ass! She can't even handle a sweet gesture without blushing like a schoolgirl.
Stars blinked to life, swallowing Mark in an array of light. “I didn't know you'd like it this much,” he snickered, playing with the little trail of stars.
“Hush. I actually have a parting gift for you too.” She guided him inside, placing the cake on the counter before whizzing up a pink vase to place the flowers inside.
Her diligent hands pulled out a cute lunch box; and decorated head to toe with cute characters, stickers and little bows. Overall, it was all very cutesy, something Mark didn't expect.
He finally took notice of the cutesy apron sinched perfectly around her plush waist. A pastel pink with My Melody printed sparingly over it.
Mae turned back to him, handing him the hefty lunch box, “I promised myself to reserve wifey privileges once there’s a pretty rock on my finger…but I guess I can break that rule for you.” She snipped.
He took her appearance in: the slight smudges of sauce against her cheeks, the disarray of the spacious kitchen, and her thick locs tied loosely in a bun.
Right now, she was the furthest thing from a refined fighter he’d come accustomed to. Yet, he found that he quite liked her this way. It seemed so domestic, quite the jarring contrast to her more eccentric personality.
“I don't know how long Viltrumites can last without food so just in case I made sure to prepare a little over 2 weeks' worth of rations.”
Inspecting its delicate details, Mark noted its small size. “It looks a little small to fit 2 weeks' worth of food.”
“That's because I made it compact enough that they swap between which meals you've finished. While also not sacrificing portability.” Demonstrating how the lunch box swapped meals every time it was closed causing Mark to mumble a ‘cool’ under his breath.
