Hot Chocolate [Official]

When your name literally means "Christmas Flower", then you know Winter was meant to be your season.

Noel was a little too young to be going to a place like Cross Fox, but she was definitely able to have hot chocolate. The bundled up girl was passing by the booth when she was offered a cup. The French girl blinked and looked at the woman. Wow, what a beautiful Asian woman! It was too bad that she had to hide herself from the cold; from what she could see with the scarf blocking, she had a pretty face. It was the eyes that drew her in. She flashed a nervous smile.

"Y-Yes, thank you."

The ninth grader suffered from shyness and felt intimidated by the woman's beauty. She began to contemplate her own imperfections. Her gloved hands reached out to gently grab the cup of hot chocolate. She loved that particular drink.

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Noel was about to take a sip when she was offered whipped cream. Whipped cream? That was even better! She was a sucker for sweets after all. The girl nodded and extended her cup to Yoka so that she could obtain cream. She wondered if there were any other toppings available. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Yes, do you have...ah..."

The poor French girl forgot the English term for toppings. Her accent was prevalent, but not to the point that she could not be understood. Her mouth twisted a bit, and she shifted around uncomfortably as she tried to remember the wood.

"Um....oui! Any toppings?"

That was about right, wasn't it?

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Murphy shivered violently as he stomped down the street, swearing with each step. As per usual the day had started spectacularly with the heating going out at his apartment followed by a burst water pipe when he turned on the shower leaving him bloody frigid and soaking wet. Compounded by the icy weather and his lack of proper winter attire he was having a piss poor day already. Well, at least people were offering hot chocolate. At least they were until he attempted to obtain some, then they were either all out or their equipment malfunctioned or... damn, well someone was eventually bound to have a bit right?

Ahead he spotted a couple of people in the streets chatting by vats of warm drink and he debated crossing the street to avoid inflicting his 'gift' upon them, eventually coming to the conclusion that no, if he didn't get to be happy and warm then no one got to. He shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his duster and trudged on towards them.

Murphy glared briefly at the pair before recognition kicked in. "M-Miss S-S-Sake, a pleasure to see you t-today. My apologies on not getting b-back to you in a timely manner." he chattered attempting to sound professional despite the frigid temperature. "And to you as -w-well miss."

Oh sure, real nice. A real bout of confidence you've got while shivvering to death.

Christ it was cold, he really should have picked up a jacket when they were on sale. It'd be a damn week before he could afford anything again, assuming that the money wasn't lost, stolen or withheld for some stupid reason...again. "Heh, a t-tempting offer, Miss Sake. I would love a cup, perhaps with- "

Don't be an idiot, you're not clever and you certainly don't deserve hot chocolate. You don't deserve any of this, just stumble off and go freeze to death or something.

"Er, however is fine I suppose."

He frowned and tried to ignore the voice, instead focusing on the younger girl beside him. He guessed her to be about middle school, maybe first year of high school? He'd heard a french accent and vaguely tried to recall the tiny amount of the language he retained from years ago. He opened his mouth to say something...

Don't bother, you'll just make yourself look like an idiot. As per usual.

and quickly closed it again, instead gazing up and down the deserted streets. Wonderful, it was going to be one of those kinds of days.

What a load of crap. Yoka had "convinced" Cynthia to attend this Hot Chocolate hand out thing, it was silly, they wernt even making any money off of it. Two people where there, Murphy and...... someone.... Cynthia didnt know, she was on her phone reading about Powerful Ranger fan theory's. They where all totally wrong.

Murphy accepted the cup gratefully and took a sip, getting a dab of whipped cream on his nose in the process. Christ the stuff was good, or at least warm which was really the more important bit.

"Well with the semester getting ready to start up, now might actually be a decent time to actually start an internship. Let me know when you want me to come in so I can prepare a portfolio for you."


A glance up spotted Cynthia to whom he gave a small nod. He couldn't remember her name but he'd seen her briefly at the camping trip and vaguely recalled her having opinions about... Powerful Rangers? Or something?

"Eh, just needed to get out of the flat for a while. New roommate and I are still...adjusting to each other."

Understatement of the fucking year right there.

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