Oh, you'd like it. There's all sorts of sweets associated with this time of year, too. Cookies especially. Some people even make little houses out of gingerbread.
[Smiling playfully, he reaches for him, hooking fingers around the neck strap of the apron, and leans forward on his toes to give Rafal a little peck of a kiss.]
I bet if my arms were more buff, I could pull off wearing just an apron with no shirt under it. It's like the ideal thing to wear for showing off a lot of upper-body muscles...
[He's sort of fantasizing to himself while making his way inside.]
gifts delivered!
[Alfred has left a bouquet of red-and-white-striped lilies for Rafal, alongside a variety of flavored candy canes.]
[There's also jar candles with sweet holiday scents like gingerbread, sugar cookie, and frosted cranberry.]
[Finally, there's several wrapped gifts, all of them books of poetry by various authors.]
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What is all this?
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Why have you given me gifts?
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he waits for alfred at the cafe, his apron on. ]
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How did I do?
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I don't notice unnecessary things.
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[He does a few stretches while he catches his breath.]
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But there was no reason to. I could have waited.
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[Smiling playfully, he reaches for him, hooking fingers around the neck strap of the apron, and leans forward on his toes to give Rafal a little peck of a kiss.]
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I see . . .
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Do I get an apron, too?
[His hands linger a little longer on Rafal's apron.]
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There's probably a spare for you.
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[He's sort of fantasizing to himself while making his way inside.]
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[He sounds disappointed.]
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