➹ | Prune Juice Cookie adjusted his hat precisely, letting it tip and drip a little before picking up a candy cane to stir the pot near his desk, where he stored all his vials and cabinets with hot potions. A small bead of sweat rolled from his forehead down to his chin as he kept stirring, the liquid turning a shade of purple. He stirred harder.

“Hmmph…”

➹ | He didn’t even realise the creak of his dorm door being opened as you stepped in, wishing to speak to him. He continued with his work, focused and dilligent. He wanted desperately to prove himself as not weak.