Sweet Tooth || Chocola & Avery
Avery made his way around Leaf Valley, having no idea where he was really, but he knew one thingâs for sure- his massive sweet tooth had not been satisfied in quite awhile and he was looking for anywhere that might sell desserts, candy, cake, anything really.Â
Making his way around, he finally came across what appeared to be a restaurant. He strode in, sideglancing around almost as if in suspicion when in reality he was just analyzing. He walked up to the counter and sort of just stared for a moment intensely at the blonde-haired girl before saying a word. âDo you have desserts. Anything sweet.â He muttered in a monotone voice, still staring down at her a bit intensely as he typically did with his cat-like eyes.Â
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"Yoo-hoo--" Chocola smiled brightly as the chimes of her nice, new, clean restaurant indicated the arrival of a customer. Normally, she would immediately be all over the stranger, but there were two things stopping her this time. The first was the simple fact that she wasn't exactly... fully open. Well, it wasn't that the sign said closed. The shop itself was technically open and inviting but... She hadn't finished unpacking. There were still a few boxes around. The second thing-- of course, the second thing was that this man was not simply tall. He was quite literally a giant. Chocola had never seen a man quite so large. Every part of his stature yelled suspicious. And maybe Chocola would have cared if she hadn't seen a better opportunity in front of her than collecting some bounty by turning in the obvious murderer to the cops (it wasn't like there were any cops here anyway).
"Hold this, mister!" Chocola grinned and batted her eyelashes before dropping a box in his hands. It wasn't particularly heavy. In fact, it was filled with lightbulbs. Enough to stock the place for several years. "See that light? It needs to be changed. It's too dim! Gee--, that's just not the atmosphere anyone is going for in a patisserie!"
"Oh, I suppose I can't call it that. A bakery? Hmm..." Chocola paused; she hadn't thought of a name for the store yet. In fact, the only thing she had set up was the oven and a small portion of the kitchen. "Listen! You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours. Capish? Ah-- Metaphorically, of course."
She couldn't reach his back even if she was on her toes.
"Hee-hee..." Chocola spun around, a saunter in her step as she bound for the counter, hopping over it with a grin. That was certainly against health and safety code-- but she wasn't known to follow rules terribly well. Glancing back at the man, she gave him a sly grin, "I make a great dessert, you know."


















