It was a bright and sunny late morning, perfect for Ambrosias’s usual run out in the forest. He needed to get out of the house anyway. So, once he was finally ready, having just slapped on a hoodie and sweatpants and dragged his hand through his messy hair, he made his way downstairs to grab a small snack before he left. What he wasn’t expecting was to find Ballister standing there in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Don’t you have stuff to do today, Bal? He questioned softly.
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