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The breeze was just barely there for Gion to notice as he walked back to Momosu Academy. Livio was right next to him and was holding the grocery bags of flour, eggs and other assorted baking ingredients and goods. The prince was holding a few bags too, he himself offered to carry them.
A phone buzzed and Gion shuffled to grab it from his pocket. The moment the screen lit up he could see a message notification.
Alexis🦉: Did you get the extra ingredients? Are things okay over there?
Gion scoffed and Livio turned to look at him, “Is something wrong?”. Gion didn’t reply as he awkwardly tried to respond to the text with bags of sugar hanging on his typing wrist.
⚜Gion⚜: Yes we’re fine, don’t really know what else could happen while buying eggs.
Alexis🦉: hehe
“Alex sent a message, hold on.” Gion pointed his camera to the bags Livio was carrying. It was significantly more than what Gion was carrying but the servant easily raised it to help give a better angle for a picture. Ironically it made it harder for the prince to take the picture but he couldn’t let it be known. He sent the photo to Alexis and getting an immediate indication that the latter was typing a response in the form of bouncing bubbles.
⚜Gion⚜: Here.
Alexis🦉: WOAH THATS A LOT
Alexis🦉: THANKS GUYS
Gion’s eyebrow twitched but he had to remind himself that apparently all capital letters were just a way to express excitement and gratitude rather than Alexis actually yelling at him. He felt his phone buzz again with a different message and his wrist was really starting to hurt with all the bags.
Alexis🦉: Where are you guys rn?
(“RN means right now…” Gion muttered quietly, Livio looked at him concerned.)
⚜Gion⚜: We’re just about to reach the school gates. We’ll arrive in a few minutes.
Alexis🦉: Oh then I’ll wait for you guys there! I’ll help carry some of the bags.
Gion weighed out the options in his head, Alexis was doing that thing again where he was being helpful but in an annoying way and wanted to refuse. However the pain in his wrist was telling him otherwise, and besides he knew that simply agreeing was less mentally taxing than arguing with Alexis, President of The Student Council and Being Way Too Eager To Help People.
⚜Gion⚜: Fine, but if you’re not there by the time we get there Livio and I will be sprinting to the
dorms and throwing these bags at the entrance.
The moment he sent that text, it was immediately followed up with a series of random letters in all caps and a couple of cartoon nonsense stickers. Gion let out a heavy sigh and Livio tried to lean in to comfort the brunette.
“It’s gonna be a long night.”
“Fight on, Your Highness.”