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It’s five a.m. when the kitchen lights in a small mondstat apartment turn on. Scarred hands open the shelf to retrieve special ingredients. It doesn’t take long for the ginger to get to work. Knowing his partner would have already pulled an all-nighter by this point and had most definitely missed all his meal times.
An hour later and Stolas’s gift is all set. Four tri-color dango, rice pudding, and dango milk are set perfectly in a basket, ready for their every long trip to come. The ginger makes himself scarce, tightening his leather corset over his navy blue turtleneck and washed out black jeans. He ties the laces of his hunting boots quickly, nearly forgetting to grab his coat on the way out of his apartment.
Though Mondstat is in its hottest spike for the summer, Dragon Spine bears no symphony for the warmth of the sun. Nearly every thirty minutes Stolas finds himself having to activate his pyro vision to keep himself warm, though he almost burnt the sleeve of his coat by mistake. The only good thing about the cruel weather this monstrous mountain provided was that it kept Stolas’s fresh food at an appropriate temperature. Though step after step further up into the mountain, made it harder for Stolas to lift his boots as the snow seemed to attempt to drag him further in with each step but finally after two horrendous hours of walking up this archon forsaken mountain, Stolas made it to the tent.
As quietly as possible, Stolas poked his head past the heavy curtain entrance. It didn’t take long for him to find his partner. The raven haired man was passed out on his desk, paperwork littered everywhere, quil still in the raven's hand. Stolas gave a quiet chuckle as he entered the tent, the cold chill of Dragon Spine clinging to his coat. As he walked up to the desk, he glanced over the paperwork. Many of the words he managed to glance over seemed to mention the heart of Dragon Spine. Stolas didn’t give the sheets a second thought as he tidied up the ravens desk, he wasn’t on duty so there was no need for him to ease drop.
Stolas, as quietly as he could, placed the basket on the fatui’s desk. He took a moment, staring at the soft and calm features on the pale face of the electro user. He lightly pressed his hand to his face, brushing the long bangs out of the way. It didn’t take him long to notice the shivers on his partner, quickly going to work, he grabbed a nearby coat, placing it over the ravens shoulders before lighting the few candles across the room.
‘One last thing before I go.’ The ginger grabbed an empty sheet of paper and the quil he had put away earlier. Dipping the quil into the ink before writing out a little note.
Workaholics need to eat too.
Next time I’ll bring you one of Sora’s quilts, you know, the really big one.
-love, Stolas