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Gempa just lifted the pot on the backyard of his small cottage when he spotted a figure in a cloak striding over.
“Alin!” He beamed.
Halilintar offered a warm smile, pulling off his hood to reveal chestnut brown hair.
“GEMMMMYYY!” Gempa was tackled from behind when a boy jumped on him.
“Bel came too?” Gempa laughed, patting the boy on his back.
Taufan grinned before pulling him in a headlock, “Why didn’t you tell us you just opened a bakery huh? Are you purposely trying to keep us in the dark?”
“None of that,” Gempa waved, though he felt a tinge of guilt at hearing those words, “I just thought it wasn’t anything significant to warrant your presence.”
“Not significant?” Halilintar questioned, perhaps feeling offended. “Are we not worthy enough to be introduced to your splendid bakery, your highness?”
“Please don’t joke like that,” Gempa smiled exasperatedly, “People might hear you and start thinking it’s real.”
“Ayieee~ but having you as our prince would be wonderful. You’ll have many courtiers flocking over to marry you.”
“That’s…that’s an exaggeration right there.”
“Oh please, you haven’t even seen Alin’s list. There’s a hund—”
Halilintar elbowed his brother, and Taufan buckled to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.
“Is…Is everything alright?” Gempa asked, worried and not knowing how to react.
“He’s fine. Don’t bother.” Halilintar shrugged it off, leaving his brother as he approached closer.
“I’m–ack–Okay,” Taufan coughed out, still holding his stomach, but managing a stiff smile.
“W-Would you like to come inside?” Gempa offered, “I just baked shepherd pie today.”
“Shepherd pie?!” And just like that, Taufan perked up, running inside as if he owned the house. “I call dibs on half of it!”
“It’s not for you to finish it, you dimwit.” Halilintar scolded.
Gempa merely chuckled at their interaction, his heart filled with joy by their two presences.
“Here, let me help you.” Halilintar offered, taking the potted plant from his hands.
“Oh my, it’s no trouble at all. I can handle it.” Gempa tried to take it away but Halilintar just raised it further from him, not letting him take it back.
“Please, let me do the honor.”
Gempa sighed, letting his friend move the pots around his house.
“Guys! Come inside before I finish the pie!”
“It’s not yours to finish!” Halilintar yelled back.