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[souffle_girlek]

Early in the morning, before most of the bar is awake, a tiny time traveler visits the kitchen. She would stay at home for a late-night snack, usually, but...

Well.

Ace already knows way too much about the Wells' romantic life, and about one picosecond downstairs at the farm let her know that sticking around would only teach her more. And since Bar was getting a break in the quiet hours of the night, Ace decides to fetch a snack herself. It's really too bad she left her current project on top of the microwave when she left.

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"Well, you see, it's not as easy as going 'yay, souffle'... well, actually, that's pretty much the whole plan, but you have to make it a flavor first, and there's all sorts of flavors." Oswin explain, her nerves translating to babble as she leads them into the kitchen.

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Re: Autor doesn't touch Oswin

[souffle_girlek]

There's a soft sound under the table.

It's not words.

It's not a tune.

It's the broken sobbing of a girl who just wants to be free of this mess, and who knows that just isn't a possibility anymore.

Re: Autor doesn't touch Oswin

[herr_bookman]

And each gasping sob cuts into Autor's heart. He carefully drapes the blanket across her knees before turning away from her, sitting on the floor and wrapping his arms around his knees. He doesn't know what to do, and there's no magic wand he can wave to fix this.

The boy bites his scarred knuckles, listening to her cry.

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