A/N: Just a little drabble series, I happened to come up with while I probably should have been doing homework had nothing important to do. There will be twenty of these, because there are twenty six letters in the alphabet. I have a set idea of prompts for each letter, but I also enjoy interacting with my readers so if you want to see something then drop an idea for a letter in your review! Also I'll be posting another version of this on my tumblr dhoutzen where you can also request other things if you like. (Just make sure to read the rules)

Happy Reading!

"Over here too."

"I'm not your maid, Uta."

"By the counter as well."

Opening her lips, she quickly bit down on her retort when she was flashed with another smile. Tossing another book atop the stack, she ran a rag quickly over the newly cleared space. It would be too quick to assess that he was a messy man, because he wasn't. In fact, he was probably the cleanest artist she had met. Not that she had met many, or that their levels of cleanliness were anything to be proud of.

Everything tended to have its own place, just not the proper one. For one, paintbrushes did not belong in a mug with day old coffee. There were other various mishaps that made up his quaint little shop. She wasn't trying to change anything, because she had admitted on occasion that she liked the homey feeling that it brought and she was sure the customers did too. But at the same time, some things just weren't acceptable, or appropriate for certain audiences.

"Uta!"

"What? "The mask maker leaned away from his table with a short peak of interest. He knew from experience how she viewed his quirky attributes, and would often express some more than often just to rattle her nerves. One of his favorites being the look of disgust on her face as lifted paint splattered bag of eyeballs from behind a few bottles of paint.

"You can't just leave this around! What if another human walked in here?"

Uta shrugged his shoulder as if it wasn't that big of a deal, which in his mind it wasn't. The fact that you had to discover it after shuffling through various other items meant it would have been a nice surprise for a nosy customer. He almost wished it would have stayed.

"It's thawing for a snack later. Please don't pierce them."

The young woman had half the mind to throw them across the room and let fate decide what happened to them, but she knew that it would only end up being another mess for her to clean up. Frowning instead, she tested to see if the paint was dry before pulling it closer to her chest. "Then at least let it happen in the fridge."

Prepared to place them there for the time being, she was taken by surprise when a hand came out and snagged her wrist as she walked by. She found herself following his guidance without resistance until she was hovering over him.

A blush blooms on her cheeks when his hand comes to her chin and drags her head down to him. She can feel every exhale from his mouth as it brushes against her lips and it's impossible for her not to think what was waiting less than an inch away.

There is a twitch at the concern of his lip and she catches a hint of appreciation…and something else.

"If you're heading up to the kitchen, can you bring down the other jar on the door?"

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