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"Eh.." he said, a little annoted their introduction was wasted "Im wish, the Chefs son, I can do almost every job here so if you need anything, do not be afraid to ask" he said putting her down

"Lovely to meet you." She smiled as her mouth went into a soft smile. Her eyes flickered red then back to blue, like someone was trying hard to get through, but couldn't.

Wish began to put it together quickly "A shared body, I guess there's nothing I can do but whine-" he muttered sitting "Yes, quite lovely to meet you too"

...So you saw her...? She looked down, suddenly nervous. Her hearing was extremely good.

"Of course, I assume you dont really know when it happens; the switch right?"

"Uhh. No. I don't know when Haste takes over. I try not letting her. But an angel like me, is weak against a demon like her." She pouted.

"Well naturally youd be stronger if you had more mental resilience" he said knocking on her head

She let out a snarl, glaring, her left eye blood-red. It went back to blue and she pouted, confused. "Why did you touch me?

"Cause, its normally comforting to a child, Its something father do I think" he said, unable to count how many times his father has hugged and held him

She went cold, frozen.

Suddenly her eyes glared calmly, but burning with rage. "Do not! Ever bring something about a father up!" The girl's mouth never moved.

He looked at her with small concern in his eyes "Ill have to ask father about this..: he thought to himself "My father is the kind type.. youd love to meet him" he said quietly "Would you two like some sweets?"

Her eyes softened, she smiled. "Sure!" She had no clue what just happened. Haste had spoken in her own form.

Wish didnt really see the difference between them, the world was mostly just like that to him, but her quickly got the twos lemon bars..n bringing Hazel two.. assuming they both wanted one

((Alrightly!))

"Oh, I can make something to your liking little one.."

The red eye blinked and then closed, her blue eye still open.

"She's a stubborn one. She wouldn't want anything." Hazel pouted.

"Ill bring her something later.." he said.. he was a lot calmer since realizing they were to young to a
Actualities hurt him

She smiled.

"I am probably around 8 at this time. About 50,000+ years later, I may look like I'm still 8."

She then pointed to her head calmly.

"Haste was 8 and 3 minutes."

"Interesting, mentally you remain a child to me, its a habit with the dead.."

She pouted "Physically I look 8. Mentally I am probably 11."

"Mentally, Haste is like 16."

He nodded , he shrugged "Younger than me"