"Ohhh! So, brother, you finally decided to sell fruit juice bottles this time around?"
Ollie asked this while comfortably seated on his husband’s lap and sipping milk as though he hadn’t been shrieking for dear life earlier.
Honestly, it was impressive.
Then again, perhaps that was simply the power of their extraordinarily elegant cows. Faced with milk and cookies, even the most frazzled nerves eventually surrendered. At the very least, the blonde currently looked far calmer than the person who’d nearly convinced himself they’d accidentally incinerated ages (not) of work.
Meanwhile, Luca, who had rushed over the moment the final vending item was loaded and hadn’t even bothered checking the transaction results first, answered almost entirely on reflex.
"Yes! One of the five listings was an assorted pack of twelve juice bottles!" he said excitedly. "That way each pack can contain all the flavors we usually carry for our purees and pulps!"
Then the little mechanic paused.
Blinking once, he suddenly remembered why he’d rushed back in the first place.
"Ah! No, wait!"
Luca immediately grabbed his brother’s shoulders.
"Brother, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"
The question was asked with complete sincerity.
Before Ollie could properly answer, Luca had already begun inspecting him.
He checked his hands.
Counted his fingers.
Looked him over for injuries.
At one point, he even seemed concerned about whether stress had caused the blonde to lose weight in the last few hours.
Ollie, meanwhile, cooperated as though this was perfectly normal.
He raised both arms.
Turned his head from side to side.
And even widened his eyes when Luca checked his pupils.
Fortunately, everything appeared normal.
Even his hair antenna remained standing proudly.
"I’m okay, brother!" Ollie reassured him. "Just really surprised!"
The blonde even puffed out his chest proudly while saying it.
Nearby, Kyle watched the exchange with the sort of expression only someone who had witnessed the earlier panic attack could make.
Because when he’d found Ollie, his little star had looked very far from okay.
Still, what was the point of bringing that up now when it wouldn’t particularly look believable to anyone?
"I’m so glad!" Luca visibly relaxed. "I was worried something terrible had happened to you!"
"...The moment we heard, we wanted to come back immediately. But we were still in the middle of the transaction, and we didn’t know what would happen if we pulled out before it was finished. I’m sorry we couldn’t get here sooner."
The dungeon owner wanted to apologize profusely, thinking about how his brother must have felt after that scare.
"No, no! It’s good that you finished that first," Ollie immediately replied. "There’s nothing to apologize for."
The blonde nodded sagely.
"Besides, I’d really rather you not take your eyes off an open dungeon gate when we still don’t know everything about the bridge."
Honestly, that was fair.
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