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The Baker and the Huntsman Part three

In the morning Oliver awoke first, and found himself in the older males arms. 
Without him even realizing it, his began face flush a very light shade of red, but his heart not minding it. His heart welcomed it, pursuing his mind to do the same, to just fall back to sleep.
He did.

When he awoke again, Oliver smelled something cooking in the kitchen, his bed empty. He went to the kitchen to find Françios making a squirrel.

"I figured you'd be hungry." The male said placing the squirrel on a wooden plate.
"Eat up."
"Than-Thank you." Oliver said, not helping but to smile at the male before him.

That same day, Françios was careful that Oliver could not place anything into his bag. When it was time to go Oliver hugged his friend, and was able to slip two cookies, and a few thin slices of bread into the males pockets.

"When I come back." Françios said "I'm going to repay you for your kindness."
"Françios you don't have to." The pink haired male said.

"I know I don't but I'm going to. Agreed?"

Oliver couldn't help but smile, his cheeks a little pink "Agreed." He said returning to the bakery.

Françios, walked down the block without another word, looking back a few times to see that Oliver was watching him go. 
Of course, once the pink haire male saw he had been caught, he rushed back inside. 
The male couldn't help but chuckle, smiling softly despite himself. 
He entered the cemetery at the edge of town, and began his long walk home into the forest. 
The blonde, scruffy chinned male, reached inside his pocket to pull out his flint knife, just in case, when he felt by it. Two cookies, and some slices of bread. 
He growled, taking out the knife.

"Damn you Oliver." Françios muttered scowling. He inwardly smiled though, another reason to see the man again.

The meetings continued on for a few months, to where the point where they practically expected each other, every two days. Sometimes it would be because Oliver offered to fix up Françios' clothes, or because Françios wanted to bake with Oliver for the day, and help him around the bakery.
The days he left though. He would go to the forest entrance that was just two streets down, I bet you wonder where Françios goes during those days right? No? Well suck it up it's important to the story.

The hunter walked, further, and further into the forest. The leaves crunching under his feet along with twigs, the bugs flying around him, and the birds coming dangerously close to nipping him, but instead going at the bugs. The summer breeze moving through his cloak, and hair.
"Oi Franny is that you?!" A loud voice said from above,

Françios looked up at the hardwood tree, and saw a speck of blonde hair.
"Yes. Hello Falvi, do me a favor and let me up."
"Gotcha!" The woman said lowering down some rope.

"Where have ya been?" She asked "Alejandro's been wondering about you!"
"It's none of-" He stopped himself as he was halfway up the tree, he would have to tell them if Oliver was coming with him, hopefully soon. Even if it was just to visit. 
He had been curious about where Françios lived, and asked him several times. To which the blonde promised him if he didn't bring it up again, he would take him very soon. (That was just last visit, he promised this.)

"I met someone." The normally grouchy man said quietly.

"What?!" The woman said, hanging onto the rope, making sure it wouldn't fall, or break.

"I met someone!" The blonde hunter said louder.

The woman gasped: "Wonderful!"

"Are they with you?" She asked looking around the male.

"No." Françios groaned, pulling himself up onto the tree.