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As Cutty moved closer and took a hold of her hand and started to walk her toward one of the service counters Abby wiped her tears away. Pulling her hand out of his grip as she stopped in front of him she said quietly eyes big and serious. "I don't like potions. They are the reason my father is dead. If he hadn’t been experimenting with potions then he’d still be alive today." Snivelling, she brushed away the new tears that welled up. "So please around me can you not joke about or even bring up potions?" Surely that wasn’t too much to ask? Cutty must see that Abby was not fine right?
Trying to shake of the sadness that had come over her Abby asked "So what are you doing after this? Want to go by some candy with me?" If only she hadn’t eaten up her last sugar quill. Abby could use one right now.
Merlin. Abby was so stupid. One minute she was angry and the next she was crying...almost routinely. It was like the thing that they did. A pattern in their relationship, if one could call it that. Cutty liked patterns. It made for steady pivotal points around which one could calculate sans variable.
He reached a hand out toward Abby and with his thumb helped her dry to her face. "
Of course, Abby. Will that make you a happy little bunny again?"
Cutty approached the changing rooms and searched for one that was occupied with the notion of possibly embarrassing the occupant. No such luck, but he did manage to find an empty changing room for himself. No more misfitting robes and a year of having to shrink himself slightly just to fit into his clothes. He placed the robes that had been draped over his forearm whilst he was carrying on his conversation with Abby onto a clothing hook inside the room and closed the curtain. A moment later, however he'd poked his head out and looked for Abby. Smiling he said, "
Now noo peeeekiiiing!" as if inviting her to do so.
Ugh! A moment later his head was swallowed behind the curtain and the trial of his new freshly sewn robes began.