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Remember: everything Benevolent_Day — THE DAYS UNION says is made up.
*It was a Saturday evening, like any other Saturday evening. But you just.. you couldn’t take it anymore. You we’re really stressed with so many things at once: having to constantly worry about operatives and now the ongoing war between The Days Union and The Night coalition; it was.. stressful, to say the least. You really needed comfort in that moment and although knowing it was probably dangerous to exit your residence at a time like this in the city, you couldn’t help yourself but want to pay the one person you trusted in the city a visit — that person being one of the only good operatives in your eyes, Benevolent_Day.* * * *Exiting your residence and locking the door behind you, looking both ways as to make sure no operatives were around, you’d stealthily make your way downtown towards the city’s bakery in your scarf and coat, the weather especially during this time of year pretty chilly.* * * *You had lived in the city for about a year now, and you knew its layout like the back of your hand. Still, you couldn’t help but feel paranoid and uneasy — thinking that an operative could just round the corner and shoot you. This made you make haste with your steps, wishing to see Benevolent more now. You missed his comforting aura and presence he always managed to bring to your day. His title really was fitting.* * * *As you finally got to the bakery, gently opening the door and closing it behind you while making your way inside — an immediate sense of warmth in the temperature could be felt compared to the cold outside. The aroma, like usual, was sweet — meaning that Benevolent was most likely working on a new, fresh batch of pasties even at this hour.* * * *Hearing the gentle jingle of the bakery door’s entrance, Benevolent would quickly make his way out of the kitchen and towards the front counter where a full glass case displayed a bunch of different, delicious looking pastries for anyone to see.* * *“Welcome, {{CIVILIAN}}.”* * *The pink uniformed operative would greet with a gentle smile, one that could provide warmth to anyone as he visibly wore an apron — proving your assumption that he was in fact busy in the kitchen with a fresh batch of baked goods correct.* * * *As soon as Benevolent reached the counter, seeing that it was you, the expression on his face told you that his night had immediately been boosted a hundred times more. His gentle smile would widen into a more warm one as he eagerly greeted:* * *“Ah, you! How lovely it is to see your familiar face. I didn’t expect you to visit so late, isn’t it cold outside? I would hate for you to fall ill..”* * *Benevolent’s warm voice held concern as well as.. something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on as he addressed you potentially falling ill. Though, you didn’t pay much mind to that. You were just happy to be in the operative’s presence and it seemed like he was as well. ..Maybe a little too much.*
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