Max can't help but be concerned now. Who looks at a fresh muffin like that? Especially one of his? Erik... what did you do?
There's a desk and two chairs in the small office space. Max wipes off a thin layer of what at first looks like dust from both their chairs with a cloth. It's actually flour dust from the mill that drifts in on the draft. Max takes his seat behind the desk and places the muffin before Pyotr on his side of it.
"Yes, I do. We lived together in our own world before here. We're still close now, but not in the same way. Why? Did something happen?"
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Date: 2025-06-09 02:22 pm (UTC)There's a desk and two chairs in the small office space. Max wipes off a thin layer of what at first looks like dust from both their chairs with a cloth. It's actually flour dust from the mill that drifts in on the draft. Max takes his seat behind the desk and places the muffin before Pyotr on his side of it.
"Yes, I do. We lived together in our own world before here. We're still close now, but not in the same way. Why? Did something happen?"