❆ █  ▌▌ 𝕄𝕪  𝕚𝕔𝕖  𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤   ( 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 )  ࿐ᐤ  
          【𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮】⇢  ᴬ ᶜ ᶜ ᵉ ᵖ ᵗ ᶤ ᶰ ᵍ 

❝ W-Well, will you look at the time, Erza. 
               I really need to get going…  ❞ 

                                        ——scurries off.

 _{to search for the said cake, ofc.}

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█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  ALREADY HAVING TREAD into the thrashing waters of no return, Gray is forced to remain poised on his objective, though the natural peach of his complexion pales steadily at the mere thought of disobeying her… ardent order. 

       And through the forest he breached, all of his previously intricate hesitations be left to the wind. Through DANGER, and through  d e a t h  — our Ice-Mage is firmly endeavored on procuring a golden strawberry that sprouts every 10,000 years ( apparently infamous for its irresistible MAXIMUM sweet taste, or so he’d heard ).

      && such grueling tasks Gray had decided to partake deliberately in SOLITUDE; absolutely refusing to pursue the assistance of anyone who’d take a shameless pleasure in witnessing his demeaning venture. Obtaining the ingredient is one matter, however – calamity plagues not solely his attempts at producing palatable confectioneries, but FOOD ( in general ) is already quite strenuous to concoct.

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 ❝ 𝔜𝔒, 𝔈𝓡𝓩𝔄 …. 𝓘 𝔇𝓘𝔇 𝓘𝔗– ❞ 

      BIT, scratched, s h o t, nearly mauled, you name it – but in the end our Ice-Mage returned to the Guild with moderately functioning limbs, a scrumptious dessert in his hands. He’d finally procured it:  ❛ the BEST strawberry cake ❜  with delectable dough for cushioning && MAXIMUM sweet strawberry for topping. He’d proffered the pastry to Erza– and his hands fiddled, ached, && turned but it IS his victory… 

      Then his legs gave out, and his face adhered with the ground before the plate of cake could reach her hands.

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