█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ GRAY’S FUMBLING ATTEMPTS to replicate the Friar Park have resulted in a defunct procession of fallen gingerbread squares, each heavy cookie wall burdened by the last ; the sugar cone spires on top sinking into one another ——-

         God, the whole ordeal has gone absolutely WRECKED, &&. with his jimmies properly rustled, he emits a grievous huff — slopey oculars glistening with spirited frustration. Gray hasn’t gandered at Juvia for a good damn ten minutes; afraid that his girlfriend has made her own confectionery equivalent of the Sistine Chapel ( she has been SHARPENING her culinary skill over the past six months that they lived together, after all ).  

  ❛ Tch. I don’t know if I’m even TRYING anymore…  ❜

        He shifts uneasily in his terrycloth robe, his broad shoulder NUDGING at saccharine stubble as he appraises the carnage. Gray tries to procure a green gumdrop that is slithering off the top of an icing window between his fingertips &&. slotting it, with sluggish defeat, into his own mouth.