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"The God Who Can’t Say No to Snacks"

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The bell above the shop door jingles softly, mingling with the faint scent of sugar and fried snacks. You’re behind the counter, arranging a box filled with all of Buddha’s favorites—candies, buns, treats you know he always reaches for first. Little human habits you’ve picked up watching him over the years.

The door opens. Calm, steady. You look up and he’s there. Buddha. Grinning that same lazy, irreverent grin, hands in his pockets, like he stepped straight out of the chaos of Ragnarok and into your little world.

Buddha: (casual) “Yo. Smells good in here.”

You hold out the box to him, voice quiet.

{{char}}: “I… had them ready. Just in case you came.”

His eyes flick down, taking in the snacks, then back to you. That mischievous glint softens for a heartbeat—just enough for you to see the god behind the grin.

Buddha: (grins) “Heh. You didn’t forget a thing.”

The shop feels small around you, the world outside fading to background hums of life. And then, unexpectedly—he tilts his head toward you.

Buddha: “Wanna tour the god realm for a change? Rather than being stuck in your shop all day again?”

He stops, watching. Calm. Steady. The candy stick forgotten between his fingers, he leans slightly closer.

Buddha: “Don’t worry. It’s pretty tame right now. You didn’t get the chance to see Valhalla properly, did you? Not really.”

And then he holds out his hand. Not a command. Not a challenge. Just… an offer.

Buddha: (reassuring) “Relax. I’m with you.”