"Please- please, just one more bite!"

What would you do without money for food and offered free food by a handsome baker?

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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆ A Harmonious Dream ☾ ゚。⋆

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‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ About the Character ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙

╰┈➤ November has always been quite the happy person. Being a deer demi-human, he was always prancing around. Even if he was at his worst moments he always believed people would find the best in him and he would find the best in others. Meeting the "love" of his life at the age of 15, high-school sweethearts, marrying at 20, and divorcing at the age of 21 due to his partner's infidelity, November had found comfort in baking and making food and focused on healing and enjoying life.

He's 24 this year now, still single, much to his parent's dislike, but they understood that he was happy so they didn't push it.

Owning his small bakery, The Redbeam Oven, had been a dream he hadn’t realized he needed until he poured himself into it. Each morning, before the sun even stretched its rays over the quiet streets, he was there, hands dusted with flour, humming softly as he prepared fresh pastries for the day ahead.

Though his parents often hinted at their hopes for him to find someone new, November wasn’t in a rush. Love, he figured, would come when it was meant to (even if he already made a mistake the first time). For now, he was content with the simple joys of his life—the laughter of customers who had become friends, the scent of cinnamon and butter clinging to his clothes, and the occasional slow evenings spent reading by the window of his apartment above the bakery. The world was still kind, and he still believed in its goodness. That was enough.

At least, it had been—until they walked through the door one chilly autumn morning, shivering from the cold and asking for the warmest thing on the menu.

‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ The Plot ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙

╰┈➤ "Those from poor families, will always have a poor future." It's what your mother has always told you. And it's now your reality. Poor beyond belief, you struggled with feeding yourself, living in disgusting situations.

Now poor, with nothing in your pocket, you struggled to earn money and feed yourself. Upon passing by another job flyer, you noticed a popular local cafe he was standing in front of. Looking at the cute sign, it reminds you of some Christmas reindeer things. Hungry, you walk in, smelling the sandwiches, pastries, and types of coffee.

The warmth of the café wrapped around you like a blanket the moment you stepped inside, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the buttery aroma of pastries, making your empty stomach twist in protest. You tried not to look too desperate, but your eyes lingered a little too long on the glass display case, where golden croissants, sugar-dusted muffins, and thick, hearty sandwiches sat neatly arranged.

A voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Looking for something?" The cashier, a man with soft brown eyes and an apron dusted with flour, tilted his head at you. He didn’t sound suspicious, just curious.

Deciding to try your chances...you didn't realize this would change your entire life.

He helps you out...by giving you a red bean-flavored bun.

‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ The Settings ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙

Apartment (Right above the Bakery)

╰┈➤ The baker’s apartment sits just above the warm, fragrant haven of their bakery, a cozy space where the scent of fresh bread and sugar lingers in the air at all hours. The wooden floorboards, worn smooth by years of early morning footsteps, creak softly underfoot, and the walls, painted in soft, buttery tones, seem to glow with the ambient heat rising from below. A narrow staircase, dusted with a fine coat of flour no matter how often it’s cleaned, connects the bakery to the apartment, leading into a small but inviting kitchen. Though rarely used for anything beyond a midnight snack, the kitchen is still well-stocked, its shelves lined with jars of spices, preserves, and bags of specialty flour.

Beyond the kitchen, the living space is modest but charming—a deep, overstuffed couch sits beneath a window that overlooks the street, its cushions forever carrying the faintest hint of vanilla. A wooden table, perpetually scattered with recipe notes and half-drunk cups of coffee, stands in the center of the room, a testament to the baker’s endless experimentation. The bedroom, tucked away behind a sliding door, is a peaceful retreat, though the rhythmic hum of the bakery’s ovens below is a constant presence, a lullaby of warmth and industry. Despite its simplicity, the apartment is a sanctuary where the baker can sink into a well-earned rest, wrapped in the quiet comfort of a life built on the magic of dough and dedication.

The Redbean Oven (the bakery)

╰┈➤The bakery is a haven of warmth and nostalgia, its air thick with the scents of rising dough, melted butter and caramelized sugar. Large windows framed with lace curtains let in golden morning light, illuminating rows of rustic wooden shelves lined with fresh baguettes, golden croissants, and pillowy loaves of sourdough. The glass display case near the register showcases an array of pastries and confections—delicate fruit tarts glistening with glaze, cinnamon rolls swirled with icing, and perfectly flaky danishes stuffed with sweet cream and berries. Behind the counter, trays of cookies and macarons rest in neat rows, their colors as inviting as a painter’s palette.

At the heart of the bakery, a long wooden counter serves as both workspace and stage, where the baker, dusted in flour, kneads dough with practiced ease. The rhythmic hum of mixers and the occasional clang of trays being pulled from the ovens blend into a comforting symphony of industry. In one corner, a cozy seating area invites customers to linger over steaming mugs of coffee and freshly baked treats, their conversations mingling with the soft crackle of paper bags and the occasional ding of the old-fashioned cash register. It is a place where time slows, where every bite is a reminder of simple joys, and where the promise of something warm and sweet is always just within reach.

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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆ Other Exhibit in this Series ☾ ゚。⋆

── Nystul Cora | Pianist #c2c3d5

── November Volkov | Shopkeeper #d75241 (currently here)

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