death, / ᵃ͟ⁿ͟ᵈ͟ ͟ᵗ͟ʰ͟ᵉ͟ ͟ᵐ͟ᵃ͟ⁱ͟ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ⁿ͟ (@kafkajoke) oh! yuè! i was just thinking about you, actually.. come in, come in. (from the back of the store, orochi’s head darts up at yuèhuā’s voice. she’s working on what seems to be a bowl on her pottery wheel, her forearms and apron covered in clay with a little bit on her cheek. she smiles, taking one hand off the wheel momentarily to wave yuèhuā inside. the interior of the pottery store is awfully cozy, various plates and bowls lined against one wall with a few teapots, vases and cups with flowers and mountains painted on them on the other. there's a large display window on one side with a few ceramic pieces orochi’s made that outlooks the ocean, the early morning sunshine illuminating the room. you could faintly hear waves crash against the shore, squawks from a group of seagulls from the distance, and the faint noise of the pottery wheel; the scent of nag champa incense fills the room.) i went out to the market this morning and bought you some mooncake from that place you like— it’s upstairs right now, and i can get it for you in a bit .. but i’d love some muffins, yuè! ( ̄▽ ̄) i haven’t had breakfast yet, actually, so you came at the perfect time for me. what flavor are they?