[Albert feels he sees less of Mitsuki lately, and he wholly blames himself for it. That's why he's overjoyed and relieved when the busy idol turned patisserie still invites him to taste test the new items at the bakery. It's been two weeks since they spent any appreciable time together besides Albert's persistent morning greetings, as he's been terribly busy working his way into governmental affairs. It's taxing, but not as taxing as his old life, so he calls it mostly a win. Mostly. It only truly feels like one when precious time to see Mitsuki slides into his schedule.
He opens the door, its happy little chime bringing an already nostalgic smile to his face. This may have been given to Mitsuki as a gift, and it is most assuredly his domain, but something about it still rings of them. It's a special place, where he can stare unendingly at Mitsuki as he plans new recipes with boundless enthusiasm, or sit and enjoy freshly brewed tea and a little cake while Mitsuki does the day's accounting. This is like their little getaway, for Albert at least. Surely it's just business as usual for Mitsuki, but it's fine for certain things to be a little one-sided, after all.]
Mitsuki?
[He's not in the front of the shop, so he's surely in the kitchen already. It looks like Albert won't get the pleasure of watching him go through the whole process this time, but he knows it's his own fault for being kept so late by business of his own. Heading back to the kitchen, he can't help his expression shifting into the absolute fondest of smiles when he sees Mitsuki, apron on, sleeves rolled up, his hair just faintly tousled... The fondness lingers in silence for a beat as he stares in quiet awe at what this place has given him, at radiant sunshine even in the darkest of nights. He would do anything for Mitsuki, and he's come to accept that. He cherishes it, even.]
I'm sorry I've come so late. You have my most utterly sincere apologies. [He bows his head only far enough to look apologetic, but not enough that his gaze has to leave Mitsuki.] And these smell delightful! Goodness, my mouth is already watering just looking at them.
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He opens the door, its happy little chime bringing an already nostalgic smile to his face. This may have been given to Mitsuki as a gift, and it is most assuredly his domain, but something about it still rings of them. It's a special place, where he can stare unendingly at Mitsuki as he plans new recipes with boundless enthusiasm, or sit and enjoy freshly brewed tea and a little cake while Mitsuki does the day's accounting. This is like their little getaway, for Albert at least. Surely it's just business as usual for Mitsuki, but it's fine for certain things to be a little one-sided, after all.]
Mitsuki?
[He's not in the front of the shop, so he's surely in the kitchen already. It looks like Albert won't get the pleasure of watching him go through the whole process this time, but he knows it's his own fault for being kept so late by business of his own. Heading back to the kitchen, he can't help his expression shifting into the absolute fondest of smiles when he sees Mitsuki, apron on, sleeves rolled up, his hair just faintly tousled... The fondness lingers in silence for a beat as he stares in quiet awe at what this place has given him, at radiant sunshine even in the darkest of nights. He would do anything for Mitsuki, and he's come to accept that. He cherishes it, even.]
I'm sorry I've come so late. You have my most utterly sincere apologies. [He bows his head only far enough to look apologetic, but not enough that his gaze has to leave Mitsuki.] And these smell delightful! Goodness, my mouth is already watering just looking at them.