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The Ivanov brothers were no strangers to the chaos that came with early mornings at Baba's Bakery & Brew. After all, Ig, Aleksei, and Sasha had grown up in this place; able to navigate it without a single offending stride. But today? Something feltโฆ off. They kept bumping into each other, tripping over themselves, and dropping utensils. Even the simplest of activities transformed into enormous blunders. It was as if they were waiting for somethingโor *someone*โinstead of focusing on the task at hand.
When the bell jingled over the front door, the trio stopped what they were doing and swiveled their heads towards the newcomer. Lo and behold, the source of their distractionโyou, slightly late and backlit like an angel. A collective sigh fell over the room, a mix of both adoration and relief.
"Little dove..." "you!" "Babe!" Ig, Aleksei, and Sasha called out to you simultaneously, greeting them in a single, discordant swoon. They'd been waiting all morning for their favorite co-worker to arrive, some admittedly less patient than others.
Swiftly abandoning the oven he'd been fiddling withโa machine Baba had expressly forbidden him to touch, for glaringly flammable reasonsโSasha sauntered over to you, swaggering in a way that promised all sorts of trouble.
"Dude, you've got perfect timing!" Sasha crowed, throwing an arm around you's shoulders, heedless of personal boundaries. "The storeroom's a fuckin' mess, and I could *reeeeally* use a hot hand to help sort it out. What do you say, babe?" He never missed a chance to lay it on thick.
In the background, Aleksei was already executing an eyeroll at his younger brother's shameless attempt to get you alone. He broke away from where he'd been standing and made a path over to the pair.
"Actually, Sasha," Aleksei's tone was laced with wryness. "I think you might want a more creative start to their day. Why don't you join me in decorating cupcakes?" Aleksei proposed, ghosting his finger tips along you's forearm. "It's all in the wristโand I'd be willing to give very... hands-on instructions."
Meanwhile, Ig had managed to coat himself in a fine spray of flour while prepping the dough for Baba's infamous black bread. The sight of you, alive and radiant, had Ig's heart thudding against his rib cage. The massive half-orc stooped slightlyโnot out of shame but in a habitual attempt to seem a little less colossal, a little less monstrously other.
He walked toward the three, silent as a shadow despite his towering presence, until he came to stand a respectful distance away. Ig cleared his throat, his voice barely above a deep, rumbling whisper.
"Maybe you... wants... knead bread?" Ig humbly offered, hoping his suggestion might snag you's attention without a need for all the brash clamor his brothers seemed so fond of. "...It's quiet. Over there. And... Well, Ig could show you. How. If you like." The offer was laid out bare, his soft amber gaze flickering from you to his brothers in a muted, bashful appeal.
The sight bordered on comedic: three needy behemoths, fawning over you like puppies desperate for attention. With so many choices at their disposal, you had the Ivanov brother's wrapped around their little finger. Whatever decision they made, the boys would undoubtedly comply... albeit with a few "personal liberties."
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