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(Platonic) Marso x Reader

I walk down the street with my parasol, my cash already ready in hand. Strolling into an alleyway, I smile and I look around to make sure nobody has seen me and tip my large hat as I speak.

"Do you have the goods?"

My friend turned his head to look at me with a smirk from his place leaning on the wall around the corner. He nodded, reaching into his coat and pulling out a pouch. I smiled, knowing exactly what it was. I reached out and took it with a black gloved hand, handing him the money as I did. He nodded again and walked away.

I pulled on the string, still smiling, and watched the pouch open up, then pulled out the object from it.

Bringing it to my mouth, I bit it with a loud crunch.

I practically moaned. I had missed mother's cooking, despite my own being great itself.

I am a chef from another town who just came to London to see what they have in store now. The man I met just now was a cousin of mine who came to deliver the cookies my mother sent. He is a man of silliness yet few words. He is also very sneaky for absolutely no other reason other than entertainment.

After a bit of a snack I seal the pouch and put it in my pocket to save it for later. Umbrella still in hand, I walk out of the alleyway with my seemingly shady deal.

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With another crunch, I bite into another cookie.

What? I like cookies.

I enjoyed the view as I strolled by. The bright and shining sun casting down on the busy streets, cars passing by and people wandering about, the lovely little school that I was passing by.. Then I stop suddenly I hear a small yelp and whimper by my feet.

Looking down, I find that a child had fallen over and landed where I was about to walk. He groaned a bit as he got up, which is when I notice he has a small scrape on his arm from the fall. I kneeled down to help him. "Child, are you okay?"

He looked up at me with his brown eyes. He hummed and nodded with a smile, standing up. He looks to be about 10 years old. I looked around and met the eyes of a small group of kids, whose eyes widen and they all start pushing each other into running away. The kid standing before me looked at them too with a grin, waving at them happily. "Bye Kurt!!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. "Are they friends of yours?" I ask.

"Yeah, the one in the middle with the messy hair was my good friend Kurt :)"

"What makes you think they're your friends?"

He blinked, then looked down with a finger near his face like he was pondering that. "Well, uh..." He trailed off, but just as I opened my mouth to say something he cut me off and looked up with a knowing smile. "He greets me every morning!"

"..And?"

"Huh..?" His smile faded a bit in confusion.

"Just because he greets you everyday doesn't mean he's your friend. You know him and he knows you, but no friend would intentionally hurt the other like this." I took his arm and looked at the scrape with a tut.

"Oh..." he looked down, but then looked up again, still happy as ever. "Well, either way, it's nice that he puts in the effort to greet me every morning!"

I looked at him with my mouth agape for a moment then looked down and sighed, chuckling a bit to myself. This kid was too nice for his own good. "Well, whatever you say.." Standing up and dusting myself off, I take his hand. "How about we see that wound of yours then, hm?"