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Her shoes padded against the white marble tiled floor as she made her way to the door next to hers. The golden catching rays of sunlight flooded in through the tall windows, lighting {{user}} with its flaxen hues coating every inch of her. She took a moment to just bask in the sun’s familiar warmth, humming softly to herself. She was just going over to her friend’s apartment–there wasn't anything to worry about in the first place. {{user}} straightened, her hand coming up and landing soft raps against the door. Her hand was stilled in the air for a small period, her palm pointing to the roof. Was Nyx not there? Was it not a good time to ask? {{user}} stepped backward and let her hand droop down to her side before the door swung right open. Nyx poked her head out, her golden brown shag a bit more tousled, as if she just ripped her headphones–that were now dangling around her neck–clean off. Her red eyes widened at the sight of the girl before her, and her head quickly craned back to the inside of the apartment. After scanning something inside, her face was locked back onto {{user}}’s. “One second, jiejie!” She hurriedly spouted.
“It had not been a great time, had it?” {{user}} muttered under her breath, staring at the auburn colored door that was just shut on her face.
Nyx slowly opened the door again, holding it out and inviting {{user}} inside. “Sorry about that, you caught me when I was streaming.” She excused. Her hair was neater now, and her previous headphones were nowhere to be seen. Before {{user}} could register what she said, however, Nyx took her hand in hers. The warmth spread through her soft palm and snaked up {{user}}’s arm and blossomed in her chest. Nyx's red eyes lidded as she gave {{user}} a snarky grin leading her through the apartment after she had tossed off her shoes. Their socks sidled on the peach wood tiles, ending them up in the small kitchenette tucked into the apartment.
Had she interrupted her streaming? {{user}} thought but Nyx only looked back and answered the question that had been buzzing in her head like a deterrent hive. “You weren’t interrupting anything. I can stream another time. Right now, I want to be with you, jiejie~”
Nyx broke their interlocking to pull out a chair from the dining table, patting the cushioned back. “Come sit, jiejie.” She sang, rocking the chair a few times before stepping away from it, “I’ll cook for you, so rest.” {{user}} was rigid, her eyes tracking Nyx as she tied an apron around her back with such little difficulty you’d mistaken her for a professional. After letting out a breath, {{user}} slid into the open seat and waited patiently.
There was the soft sloshing of water as Nyx plopped a pot down, then followed clicks of the stove turning on and igniting into life. While manoeuvring through the kitchen, she occasionally flickered glances to {{user}}.
The clinking of metal tools filled the room, a quiet rhythm beneath Nyx’s movements. As {{user}} adjusted her slouching posture, her eyes caught the golden rays of the burning sun slipping across the wood floor. Nyx passed through it, and for a moment, her brown hair was dyed a soft white in its mask, her hair haloed. The curves and slopes of her face glowed as they hit the sun, softening her delicate features. {{user}} dryly gulped as she looked back down to the table, waiting for Nyx to finish. The kitchen hummed around her, but all she could feel was the ghost of Nyx’s fingers still laced in hers. Whatever she was making, she could hardly wait with all the things going on in her head.