`cazelle cafe

@a. yan ᶠᵃᵘⁿ mark wasn't very taken aback to get smacked by his dear faun friend, if you asked him. however, what surprised him was how light the slap turned out to be; too weak to leave a bruise and categorically not enough to get him off the younger's arm, which he then stuck to like his life depended on it. naturally, during the long years of their odd friendship, yanan had had enough time to culture a solid immunity to tuan's bull. the merman would have to step up his game, or else he might never be able to convince his friend into doing the least blue chip things again.

having a high intolerance of opposition and despite his smaller physique, mark had little to no problem with pulling yanan towards the nearest café. they had remarkably delicious menu and the vlogger for a moment forgot that he was still attached to a stubborn faun (that was what blueberry chocolate cheesecake could do to him) who suddenly stopped in his spot, also indisposing tuan to take any further steps. "please, bro. you're not going to regret it, I promise", he winced, while looking up at his friend's face with his pleading eyes which most likely stopped working on anyone yet in the previous century. "I will get you everything. caramel sundae? you got it. oreo madness? sweet baby jesus take my money. I will get you a fricking potato salad, just postpone your date with your bed for me,please."

@a. yan ᶠᵃᵘⁿ desperation. that was exactly what had helped mark's legs to bring him in front of the window of the familiar pharmacy. was the merman feverish? was he looking for some sort of remedy to eliminate or at least reduce his overwhelming pain of existence? well, not really. his current hassle was even greater than anything any fantastic creature could digest.

waiting (not so) patiently for the clock to strike the full hour, tuan's attentive eyes watched out for one particular man. it was certain that he would soon cross the doorstep of the pharmacy, unless mark's rather nonexistent cover got busted already and the backdoor had swung open long time ago. but no, he was extremely lucky, when a tall figure suddenly appeared before his eyes and without wasting a second, the merman slid his hand underneath apothecary's elbow to grab him firmly and pull him towards the desired direction. "yananie! my favorite faun!", he started with a big smile and a little respect for the latter's private space. "why don't you let your hyung buy you something delicious? you must be so hungry after a long day of helping those poor souls", he continued, perhaps being just a bit too persistent, and definitely suspicious. you see, mark tuan usually wasn't this nice.