Yoo ~ hoo ♥

Do you want to play? Oh, you're busy? That's too bad. I would love to get to know you better. Member of Town Square

[chocola-rain]

Sweet Tooth || Chocola & Avery

Avery made his way around Leaf Valley, having no idea where he was really, but he knew one thing’s 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. 

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. “Do you have desserts. Anything sweet.” He muttered in a monotone voice, still staring down at her a bit intensely as he typically did with his cat-like eyes. 

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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."

[chocola-rain]

Politely Intruding || Chocola & Dia

"Huge..." Chocola blinked, mouth gaping as she stared at the building. She couldn't remember if she had ever seen a building this big. A house? No... a mansion. It was definitely a mansion. The girl stared at the wide doors in awe, before a small grin began to form on her face. A princess. She was practically a princess! Well, what more for a knight to do than sweep her off her feet! That grin grew wider and wider as her pace quickened, first walking, and then running up to the door. Swinging the door opened, she was only slightly surprised it was unlocked. Most of the doors around here were unlocked during daylight hours. Charging in, the blonde rushed into what she assumed was akin to the living room... or drawing room. This was a fancy house. They probably had a drawing room.

"Dia?" She called out with a hint of uncertainty as she entered the room. Once she found who she was calling for, however, the uncertainty completely vanished, and she hurried over to the table where a young girl, not much taller than herself, sat in isolation.

"Yoo-hoo! Listen, listen!" She leaned over the table with keen interest as a toothy smile graced her lips in a not-so-graceful manner. She spoke a bit too loudly and moved a bit too quickly for the sluggish, aristocratic atmosphere. But what was she if she fit in with anything? Certainly not the Chocola she knew and loved. "I came to visit! Let's bake something! A cake? A fruit tart? Oh! Oh! Maybe a cheese danish or twelve? I'll compromise! A baker's dozen, no more!"

Boy was she good at talking. Still, she had been so incredibly curious about this girl's ability to cook-- and she had said she'd teach her during the festival. Besides, she looked rich. It wouldn't be too bad to cozy up a little. Not that that was her first intent! No, no, of course not! Her first intent never changed, and she expected it would be much the same as it was the last time she met someone who appeared a bit wealthy. Of course, that one had a doctorate.

[chocola-rain]

Horse Burglar || Ash & Chocola

"Wowza!" Chocola blinked, then stared for a while, then blinked again. She had never been to Bluebell before and man had she been missing out! It was a tiny posh neighborhood with a bunch of nice, clean cut white houses. The only thing that made it better was that, upon entrance, she had perfect view of a bunch of horses. Leaning against the fence, she stared at them with a glimmer of curiosity before reaching a hand over to pet one. Of course it didn’t exactly take kindly to the stranger, and as soon as it pulled away, Chocola realized she didn’t have much room to catch herself.

With a high-pitched squeal and a thump, the petite girl fell over the other side of the fence. Even though the there was a nice cushion of grass to break her fall, she still wasn’t fond of the grass stains on her knees nor the slight ache that accompanied hitting the ground. With an exaggerated groan, the girl stood up slowly, brushing the grass off her stockings and straightening out her dress.

"Golly… you’re a lot larger up close, aren’t you?" Chocola stared at the horse, who seemed a bit fed up with the blonde, but didn’t bother to hop the fence. "What if I stole you?”

Well, she stole a ferry, it wasn’t like a horse was any more difficult. But, y’know, sometimes people get these thoughts in their head. And sometimes said people don’t really think them through and are missing that part of their mind that’s going “Whoa man that’s a bad idea,” and this happened to be one of those times. For a minute there, she looked deadly serious.

[sheep-whisperer]

It was another scorcher outside, and Ash was taking refuge under a shady tree just outside church grounds. Of course, in his relief, he’d found himself rather sleepy, and had set his hat over his eyes with every intention of taking a short nap. However, with Ash, short naps had a tendency to become very long naps, and by the time he woke up it was already late afternoon.

He awoke with a start by an unfamiliar girlish shriek coming from the North. In both natural curiosity and his stupid sense of heroism, he sloppily replaced his beret atop his head and was off like a light, tripping and stumbling once or twice in his haste.

When he’d tripped his way into town, he immediately noticed a puny blonde figure amongst the horses in Grady’s pasture. Had the scream come from her? She seemed alright from where he stood, but he supposed it wouldn’t do any harm to make sure…. However, as he approached he realized that had a mischievous gleam in her eye, and that horse wasn’t looking particularly happy.

He hoisted himself over the fence, perching upon the top railing just behind the stranger. She was built like a doll, he noticed, in every way. Dainty arms, gentle curves, and a wild bush of soft curls. Even her dress looked like something out of the front window of a dollmaker’s shop. Maybe she worked at some kind of maid cafe or something?

His thought process was quite ruthlessly chopped in half by the menacing words that reached his ears— What if I stole you?— and he nearly fell right off the fence. He couldn’t quite see her face, but he could tell by the way she carried herself that there was a very good chance that she was serious, and he made no hesitation in flinging himself towards the scene.

He stood just beside her, his head hovering above her shoulder. “Y’know, I don’t really think that’s such a good idea. What if someone sees you? Oooh, or what if some valiant hero decides to ride after you and apprehend you himself!?” He tapped a slender finger against his cheek with a nonchalant hum through pursed lips before making a vague gesture towards the horse in question. “Plus, I don’t think he likes you very much.”

[chocola-rain]

Chocola stared at the horse for a moment, in serious contemplation. It wasn't very happy-- but then again, she didn't get along with very many animals. She didn't have any particular dislike for animals, but they weren't usually terribly fond of her. As she watched the horse aggressively snort towards her, a voice startled her.

"Huh? I never said it was a good idea! Besides, I don't want to hear that from someone who's sneaking up and eavesdropping on me!" A voice in her ear wasn't something she was used to. She was usually the one doing the sneaking. However, as the stranger continued, her eyes glimmered with that same excitement from earlier. "That sounds exciting! Is there a sheriff in town? I'll take him on!"

"The horse, too! You just gotta be persistent." Chocola grinned, leaning towards the man in her usual, overly friendly way. Obviously, she was joking. It wasn't like she was actually going to take on a full-grown horse. Probably.

This guy's personality was completely different, but he certainly looked like that fellow she went on a date with. Ah, what was his name? Cam? "Gosh! Same hat and everything! Are you related to Cam? Really tall fellow? Gee... I think he grows flowers..?"

[chocola-rain]

Horse Burglar || Ash & Chocola

"Wowza!" Chocola blinked, then stared for a while, then blinked again. She had never been to Bluebell before and man had she been missing out! It was a tiny posh neighborhood with a bunch of nice, clean cut white houses. The only thing that made it better was that, upon entrance, she had perfect view of a bunch of horses. Leaning against the fence, she stared at them with a glimmer of curiosity before reaching a hand over to pet one. Of course it didn't exactly take kindly to the stranger, and as soon as it pulled away, Chocola realized she didn't have much room to catch herself.

With a high-pitched squeal and a thump, the petite girl fell over the other side of the fence. Even though the there was a nice cushion of grass to break her fall, she still wasn't fond of the grass stains on her knees nor the slight ache that accompanied hitting the ground. With an exaggerated groan, the girl stood up slowly, brushing the grass off her stockings and straightening out her dress.

"Golly... you're a lot larger up close, aren't you?" Chocola stared at the horse, who seemed a bit fed up with the blonde, but didn't bother to hop the fence. "What if I stole you?"

Well, she stole a ferry, it wasn't like a horse was any more difficult. But, y'know, sometimes people get these thoughts in their head. And sometimes said people don't really think them through and are missing that part of their mind that's going "Whoa man that's a bad idea," and this happened to be one of those times. For a minute there, she looked deadly serious.

[chocola-rain]

Chocola has moved to Mineral Town

Prepare yourself.

[chocola-rain]

I'm Mentally Unstable and You're Good w/ Stables

[chocola-rain]

"I don’t—" Chocola spoke quickly after listening to what Claire had said. It appeared she misunderstood her broken sentences, and she paused to collect herself and properly think about how she wanted to explain it. "It wasn’t that I regretted it. Not really. I’ve been to bed with men before, it’s just…"

Chocola paused, unable to really explain the situation. What was the word she was looking for. Pursing her lips, she tried to think of a proper explanation. She didn’t want to sound like a whore, but honestly, it was a rather accurate description at this point. She was easy. And the people she had been with knew that and interacted with her as such. “I would always go to the city, where there were so many people you could get lost with ease. Gee, you could spend a night with someone and hardly recognize their existence for the rest of your life.”

"On a small island, though, someone like Jin…" Chocola spoke the man’s name slowly, carefully. It was as though she might curse him accidentally if she wasn’t being so awfully cautious. Gaze turning back up at Claire, she smiled weakly. It was a rather pitiful attempt, though, as if she were trying to reassure her that she would not break apart. "He regretted it. He needs to keep the respect of his customers. Of the villagers. Without that, he wouldn’t be able to keep his patients.

"At first… I thought he was overreacting, you know? He had wanted to treat me with respect, and I took things too far. I was at fault." Chocola paused, that smile faltering. Right. She was at fault. She always pushed things too far, and she was the only one at fault in the end. It was rather simple, really, "But he blamed himself."

[newoldconfelicitous-blog]

Oh. So it was that type of circumstance that burdened her soul, huh? Claire was never one to judge a situation, but rather, judge how the person took things into their own hands. She was weighed out people’s emotions and waited for the scales to tip themselves. 

Claire pressed her hands together almost in prayer, tilting them towards her lips in thought. Chocola had layers alright. Some that she didn’t particularly expect. But in the end was this really her? Like she said, after all, the city was a place to get lost with ease. But in many cases, the people there were already lost to begin with. They just used the skylines and city lights backdrops to excuse the emptiness from within. 

"Getting lost with ease, huh? ….Yeah." Claire sighed heavily, as her city life momentarily flashed before her eyes. "That sounds about right." 

"But the city was always a superficial means to fill in the blanks…" Her voice was a ghost of a whisper, as though she was talking to herself rather than the girl who needed her right now. Shaking her head, Claire tried to follow up on Chocola’s story. So the regret was hanging over her head like a hang noose, huh? "Hmm… Jin." Claire wanted a name after all, and there it was. And by the way Chocola spoke, Claire had already determined that she was more than the trash she thought she was.

"Chocola, I think you’ve really known all along what to do." Handing her a comforting smile, Claire nodded numbly. "Though you want to take the blame and he does too, what really matters is what you do about the situation. Do something. Anything! Talk to him. Send him that letter of yours. Tell him your sincere feelings. Give him an ear if he needs to talk. Since your world is tipping off its axis…”

"…It’ll take a bit of time but take a chance and change the way your world is turning. Better late then never, heh.”

[chocola-rain]

To fill in the blanks... Chocola's thoughts were being difficult enough, and although Claire might not have been directly speaking to her at that moment, she had heard her whispers loudest. Maybe she had been looking for something originally... But now the idea of filling in the blanks was a more prevalent motif. Perhaps in the end she wanting to lose herself forever.

Chocola looked a bit started as she received a terribly warm smile from across the table. She knew? Of course she didn't know. If she did know, she wouldn't be confiding in a total stranger. Now that she really thought about it, she had already said too much. Any further and the everything would spill over.

"I can't..." The words fell softly in response, terrified eyes cast downward. The letter... she definitely couldn't send it anymore. Only part of it was addressed to him, and there was no way she was letting him see the rest of it. Gathering up the paper in her hands, she unintentionally crumpled it slightly as she moved to stand up. "I should go."

It didn't sound like her. That sentence. It sounded like a stranger even to her own ears. As she stood there for a moment, she remembered Claire was talking about Jin. Even still, he hadn't wanted to speak with her, and it was probably best to let dead dogs lie. Attempting that previous sentence again, she attempted to sound a bit more like... well, her.

"I-I'm leaving." It still didn't sound right, but she wasn't about to give the attempt a third try, and she instead hurried for the door. A complete stranger certainly didn't need to know her whole life story. Especially not someone as terribly optimistic as her. In fact, telling her any part of her night life was already incredibly inappropriate, no matter the situation. Cringing at the afterthought, Chocola opened the door and hurried out. Perhaps tea wasn't the best idea.

[thepurpleflorist]

Don't Fall In || Blind Date || Chocola & Cam

[chocola-rain]

Choco listened intently, although she didn’t totally understand. In all honesty, she was far more interested in how the man backed away nervously. It was almost cute. Who was she kidding, it made her want to jump him. But she had had enough drama lately, teasing him was good enough for now.

"You make perfumes as well? That sounds like a lot of work." Chocola frowned, listening to Cam’s explanation. Well, maybe growing flowers gave oneself a different viewpoint. She’d received flowers plenty of times, and occasionally (but not often) given them out on Harmony Day. Maybe she could learn something from him. Although she doubted that.

"I’m from Leaf Valley!" Chocola smirked as she watched the man attempt to divert the conversation. Was he tired of talking about himself? Or maybe it was just that nervousness. Were dates really that nerve-wracking? "I’m a chef at my family’s restaurant."

"Well… my sister’s restaurant, I suppose." Chocola frowned as she remembered her mental parents and the dumb stunts they pulled. As he asked about fishing, she picked up the rod curiously, glancing at the lanky figure next to her, "Do I look like the type who’d know how to ice fish?"

[thepurpleflorist]

Cam shrugged it off, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s not really that difficult, once you learn how to do it.”  He looked down at her skeptical gaze.

Leaf Valley… “I haven’t heard of that town…it must be nice to be able to cook though. Every time I try, it turns into a disaster.”

He smiled wryly at her comment about fishing. “You never know, really…sometimes it’s surprising what people have as hobbies.”

[chocola-rain]

"A disaster, huh..?" Chocola laughed, there really seemed to be no middle ground. Either someone was a professional cook, or they didn't know how to cook at all! It was the oddest thing. Still, she couldn't help but smile at his next statement. "Well then, I suppose you wouldn't know how to ice fish, then?"

Chocola leaned over, inspecting the water, before glancing back at Cam. Looking at the fishing rod, she blinked, obvious knowing nothing about how it worked. Instead of attempting, though, she gave the man next to her a toothy grin and commented, "In all honesty, it might be a better date if we just left and found a nice inn to stay at."

[your-resident-wooly]

Woolies and Warm coats || Chocola&Micah

[chocola-rain]

"Good!" Chocola nodded fiercely from her bed, pouting a bit at the thought of the man. She couldn’t stand him, and just the thought could ruin her day. Luckily, Micah continued the conversation, and she listened quietly and nodded in agreement now and again.

"You’re not cold? That’s odd…" Chocola had met some strange people, but someone who wasn’t phased by the cold at all? That was a first. It was a blizzard! As Chocola thought over the new information, DJ danced on top of the blanket burrito, talons attempting to get past the fluffy thickness of the blanket and reach the fluffy thickness of Chocola’s hair.

"Cute?! Are you joking? He’s a pest! Go away! Shoo, shoo!" As if angered by the word pest, DJ moved closer, nudging his way in between the blanket and the crook of Chocola’s neck. In return for the cold bird beak, Chocola tried to wave off the bright red parrot.

"What’s his name? What’s his name?" The parrot repeated with an interesting laughter afterwards, before flying over to the stranger and perching on his shoulder.

"His name’s DJ," Chocola muttered, making it obvious that she wasn’t terribly fond of her new partner with the tone of her voice, "and apparently he’s taken a liking to you."

[your-resident-wooly]

The bird flew to him and perched on his shoulder, though a little bit surprised he pet the parrot gently. He chuckled “Yeah, seems like it. Hello there DJ.” he said as he smiled at the parrot, which seemed to smile back.

"So Chocola?" he looked down and bit his lip thinking of an ice breaker. Maybe he should ask whats it like where she lives. Yeah, thats a good conversation starter. "So..What’s it like where you live?" He asked as the parrot continued to , seemingly inspect him. "Oh and…Uhm… Maybe i’m asking much too much information but… What’s your occupation too?" Great now he’s sounding like one of those surveys you ask people door to door. He smiled sheepishly, he certainly didn’t know what to ask.

[chocola-rain]

"What is it like? Gee, it's a bit empty. A lot of people come and go, but there aren't many faces we see more than once." As he continued his questions, Chocola blinked, "Oh, geez, I should have said that! I'm a chef!  We used to get a ton of customers, but since we're near a port, it's mostly travelers! Still, they tell great stories!"

DJ leaned over the man, beak touching soft cheek as he nuzzled his head against Micah. After a moment, though, he decided he was done with that and wanted his attention in another way. "Heeey, brrruuuuddy. Hey buddy!"

"Ahhh," Chocola frowned, sighing as she groaned, watching the bird as it began pulling at the man's blonde hair, "Hey birdface! Don't do that! Come here!"

As soon as the bird heard Chocola's summon, he dive bombed in her direction, obviously excited. Yelping, Chocola was quick to react-- mostly because she wasn't fond of bird talons in her eyes-- and rolled off the bed, crashing to the floor. Rubbing her head, she pushed some of the blanket out of her face and glared up at the bird with a aggressive huff.

[thegentlefarmer-deactivated2014]

Where I Was Called || Chocola & Mark

[chocola-rain]

"… I want to go hooome.” Chocola groaned as she curled up closer, wrapped securely in a nice thick blanket that was obviously from her room at the inn. It was absolutely freezing here, and the lobby was only a little bit warmer. And that was only because of the amount of people attempting to find shelter. Eventually, they would have to start turning people away! As Chocola’s tortured gaze followed the bobbing heads of the crowded room, she happened upon a certain head that bobbed far higher than the others.

"Geez, you’re crazy tall!" In the moment it had taken for Chocola’s eyes to light up with curiosity, she was already in front of the man, gazing at him with an intense interest. Her blanket trailed behind her, wrapped around her small body with plenty of extra fabric to spare. She almost slipped as she stopped in front of him, as she wasn’t wearing any shoes. She had two pairs of socks on, she didn’t need shoes. Besides, it wasn’t like she was going outside or anything. "You’ve got to be a good two or three heads taller than me! Gosh, you probably get that a lot though, huh?"

[thegentlefarmer-deactivated2014]

Mark was trying his best to not draw attention to himself, which he knew was a futile effort, but at least no one was trying to speak with him. It was a great relief up until he heard something.

"Geez, you’re crazy tall!"

He quickly looked around in the hopes that there was someone else the voice was referring to, but soon a tiny woman with wildly curly blonde hair skidded to a halt in front of him. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. She continued to talk about his height. He really was taller than her. She was about eye level with his belly button.

He blinked and scratched his cheek, “Yeah. ‘m pretty tall.” And she was really short. He practically had to reach down to pat the top of her head. It was a little weird to see someone this short. But he’s been seeing a lot of short people around for some reason. Well. Back to the woman in front of him. He offered his hand for a handshake, “‘m Mark.”

[chocola-rain]

"I'm Chocola!" The blonde grinned, accepting the man's hand with the usual gesture. Chocola's actions always seemed a bit too close than they needed to be, and even with a hand shake it was no different. From the way she acted, it seemed like she was rather trusting. Either way, the man's accent caught her attention. "Hee-hee, you speak like a country boy, Mark!"

Not that that was particularly an insult. In fact, even Chocola had a bit of that country hick accent going on, but she had gotten pretty good at taming it, so it was less evident. The man didn't seem very good at... well, conversing. Good thing Chocola could make up for that.

"So? So? What are you doing around these parts, country boy? Don't you have a farm that needs tending? A fire to keep lit in the smithy? Oh! Maybe an inn to be keeping?" Chocola threw out ideas as she guessed the man's occupation, deciding that was the next best thing to talk about after exchanging names. Grasping his arm without permission, she giggled, "Are those muscles? Definitely a blacksmith! Final answer!"

[artsylightfixtures]

Chocola

[artsylightfixtures]

this is my life

these are my choices

[ohmuffs]

A Night on the (Mineral) Town ♥ Muffy and Chocola

[chocola-rain]

"Most men are worth forgetting." Chocola corrected, grinning. It was the truth, wasn’t it? Downing the shot in a single gulp, the small blonde licked her lips as though it had been delicious, which was hardly the case. Shots were never good, but when she was already drunk, it was hard to even tell the taste of them. The heat was welcomed, though. It was moments like these she wanted to go running through the sand in the beach again… but she knew she wouldn’t make it there. Giggling at the thought, she waved at the bartender, gesturing towards the empty glasses.

"I haven’t met two men worth my attention for more than a single night!" Chocola’s laugh grew as she watched the older woman. Older was certainly true, but she was still terribly beautiful, with all of the curves Chocola wished she had. Sure, she was cute, but Muffy was hot. There was a huge difference. Then again, men all had their types— as did women. As the man returned, that grin grew wider. “A competition! Let’s go!”

She meant a drinking contest, and it was obvious. Well, they were already getting drunk, so why not?

[ohmuffs]

Muffy’s wide smile dropped with the sober reminder, but a hopeless romantic like her would never give up the notion of finding a real prince charming… one day. She quipped the liquid swiftly, banishing thoughts of her lonely love life with a sour shot of tequila. 

"But you have met one?" Muffy’s sea-green eyes glazed over dreamily, the alcohol softening her sassy edge, but the meaning of the question was there. Muffy would love to hear about the girl’s first love, or whatever story she had to share. But her lips curled back into a playful smile as Chocola announced a competition.

"Oh, you don’t know what you’re up against, Choco!"

[chocola-rain]

"One? Oh! Yes!" Chocola blinked, the alcohol giving her a bit of trouble remembering what they were talking about. Looking away for a second, thoughts she'd prefer not to think passed through her mind. Her mouth opened, but for a moment, she said nothing, until finally, she finished her thought, "Rather... not worth it but... Imprinted, might be a better word."

Imprinted, yes. That was the perfect word to explain things... even though it explained nothing. The word kept mentally repeating itself and after downing her drink, Chocola realized it would take more than one shot of tequila to make it go away.

Right! The competition! Slapping the table lightly, the bartender returned and that upset look was replaced by a toothy smile, "You know, I have great tolerance! Watch out!"

That was a lie. But the drinks were already poured.

[thenervousnurse]

A Chance Meeting | Chocola and Violet

[chocola-rain]

Well, it wasn’t that she dressed poorly… rather… Exotic! That was the word she was looking for. As she thought about it, she realized the girl might take it the wrong way, and she corrected herself, “Geez, not in a bad way! Don’t give me that look! It’s just exotic, yeah? Unique! It flatters you, though, so it’s fine.”

Chocola grinned and glanced towards the doors. Maybe he wasn’t coming? Well, this girl would certainly hold her interest. Playing with the folds of the girl’s outfit, she smiled. “I couldn’t even give you a better suggestion!”

This blonde was a terribly blunt person by nature, and it was rather surprising that she couldn’t offer any negative feedback, since that was her specialty! As the girl continued, Chocola’s eyes widened as though someone had smashed glitter into them. “That was you?! Golly! This is exciting! I never thought I’d see you here!”

Violet, huh? Just as cute as she expected. And someone that would definitely keep her interest. “I think the innkeeper is out for a bit, but you’re free to leave your things upstairs and check in later.”

[thenervousnurse]

"Y-Yea, I-I didn’t expect to see you here, either. A-Are you on vacation, too?" the nurse asked with a nervous smile on her face. Sure, writing letters was comforting to her, but she wasn’t sure how to react when she met a pen-pal of sorts in real life. It was like she knew Chocola through her letters, but once she met the blonde in real life it was just like meeting a stranger. Perhaps her letters failed…maybe Violet was beyond help with her nervousness after all…

"I-I’ll just wait for the innkeeper to come back…I-I don’t have a lot with me anyway…" Violet spoke as she set her bag down on the table. She would rather not start getting comfortable if she didn’t pay for her room yet.

[chocola-rain]

"Something like that!" Chocola grinned, deciding it might be best to leave out details for now. An acquaintance probably didn't care to hear the whole story. Besides, it wasn't a terribly interesting one. "Geez, since you're staying here, it shouldn't matter when you finally get around to checking in! It's not your fault the innkeeper isn't here!"

Chocola frowned, not exactly approving of Violet's response to her. Well, if she wasn't going to check in, Chocola had no problem doing it for her! Slipping behind the counter, she flipped through a bunch of papers as she looked for the clipboard. "Here, here! Just fill this out and we'll be good to go! No one will even know!"

Chocola grinned and pushed the clipboard into the girl's hand, passing her a pen as she looked around at the rest of the things. Good thing she wasn't a thief, or she might make away with a few of the things back there. Glancing back over at Violet, she gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, you don't pay until you check out anyway! It'll be fine!"

[chocola-rain]

Sunshine Sunday

[chocola-rain]

"Well, Chocola, on a scale of on to ten…" Chocola mumbled to herself in an attempt at humor as she made her way towards the inn in the biggest scarf she owned. Her thick sweater dress whipped around in the breeze as she fought against the heavy gusts of wind. Her words turned to thought as she fixed her gloves, "how much do you currently hate your life choices?"

"Probably a six, since my house could be broken down in a snow drift. All the ox could be de—" Chocola paused her worry about the carriage with her luggage in order to concentrate on a more impending doom. Hearing an echo to her step, she turned around only for a second, expecting it to be some stranger hurrying off somewhere. Squinting to peer through the hazy storm, a frown formed beneath that poofy scarf. Aw, hell no. "Make that a ten."

"… And him a zero." She missed his gaze only by a second, but he had definitely noticed her. And was purposely avoiding her. What a jerk. She could tell he was thinking bad things. Probably insulting her country accent and calling her names. Uncreative ones, at that. Slowing her pace, she waited for him to catch up.

"What, no bandana today? Or were you trying to disguise yourself with that awful hat?" Well, if he was going to be rude, he might as well insult her directly. That way she could punch him. But seriously, what was with that hat? It was well-made, of course, but it still managed to look awful on him. It must have been the contrast with his hair… Or his face.

[wood-choppa]

Painful noises were trapped inside of his throat as he realized she had spotted him, and was purposefully blocking the entrance of the Bar.  The Goddess had no mercy for him today, it seemed. 

Luke shot her a frozen glare when she insulted his hat… He was quite attached to it on account that Candace had made it for him. 

"I shouldn’t need a disguise just to avoid being harassed. Why are you even here?" He immediately regretted the question because it would just lengthen their exchange. "Never mind, I don’t wanna know. Please move."  Although he did say please, the sentence was executed with plenty of contempt.

He had forcibly been halted, as she was literally right in the way of the entrance to the Brass Bar, where Owen was waiting inside. There was no way to get around her without marginally touching her, and just the thought made him want to hurl!

[chocola-rain]

"Harassed? A conversation isn't harassment! Or maybe you just don't understand proper, polite exchanges." Chocola wouldn't be surprised if the caveman in front of her didn't know how to converse with another person. He had been doing a poor job with her, anyway. "Gosh, sorry to expect so much from someone like you!"

The blonde perked up when he asked why she was there, and she grinned. Maybe he really was a little interested in a real discussion. Of course, the following denial didn't rid that toothy smile from her face. "Golly, you're actually interested, aren't you?"

Moving just a tiny bit closer, out of habit rather than actually wanting to be close to the blue-haired man in front of her, "Hey, I'll move if you tell me something interesting!"

"Oh, but I suppose nothing interesting happens to someone as boring as you." Chocola looked away for a moment, an obvious glint of pity in her eyes. Glancing back, she added, "Chop down any nice trees today, scruffy?"

[chocola-rain]

Shooting Star Patrol! || @ Skye

[moonlight-thief-deactivated2014]

Skye stood up and faced her, a dark expression on his face.

"It’s you? Were you so deeply struck by my beauty that you needed to follow? Oh, how romantic!"

His tone was surprisingly unreadable, and his eyes were shifting.

"Look, I don’t need trouble. I live here. This is my turf. And I have some ways of dealing with a snitch."

His appearance and voice didn’t match anymore. He flicked the knife around, playing with it. His other hand was in his pocket, almost as if he was going to grab someone.

"If you just forget this, I’ll treat you to a meal and leave the house."

[chocola-rain]

"How on earth is that romantic?" Chocola frowned, watching the man closely. That joking mannerism had vanished from his tone, but it was still difficult to tell if he was serious about the situation. With a grin, she giggled, as though she couldn't tell how serious the danger really was. "Sorry, but my favorite past time is causing trouble!"

The blonde moved closer, carefully, trying to feel out the scene. A small part of her was worried-- and maybe even terrified-- but part of her thought that he wouldn't use that knife if he didn't have to. He didn't need trouble, so he wouldn't try to cause it either.

"I'm not that easy." Alright, maybe that wasn't entirely true, but as a chef, the meal would have to be premium, five star quality and quantity. "Gee, I'm not going to snitch, but I definitely won't just forget it. I'm not the type to let go of blackmail that easy."

Chocola wasn't terribly fond of the man in front of her-- even she wouldn't go so far as to steal-- but what she did like was having the upper hand. Which this situation would give her. Well, no, he could easily take a knife to her throat, but maybe a part of him would feel like entertaining her. Tapping a finger to her chin inquisitively, her eyes lit up as soon as she thought of a good request.

"Show me you're a good person." Chocola smirked, eyeing the man suspiciously. She knew he would deny her request, but at least it would prove to her that he wasn't worth her time. Flirts were always trouble, there were no exceptions. And more often than not, they were awful people. Especially flirts who also happened to be wanted criminals.

[your-resident-wooly]

Woolies and Warm coats || Chocola&Micah

[chocola-rain]

"Same here!" Chocola grinned before curling up closer to her blanket. As he explained why he was in Castanet, she smiled again, "This is a great place to relax! I met a lot of great people here! Oh, except my arch nemesis!"

"If you see a tallish, scruffy man with blue hair, avoid him at all costs! He uses his scruff to destroy worlds and eat fair maidens! He might even try to eat you, too! You look good enough." Chocola frowned, just thinking about Luke, no matter how absurd the conversation, made her miserable.

"Ah, me? Golly, it’s a long story. Let’s just say I was in between moving, and now I’m stuck here with none of my stuff!" Chocola huffed and rolled back and forth before glancing over at Micah again. "Hey, hey, aren’t you cold? Gee, you’re not dressed very heavily, either. What’s up with that?"

[your-resident-wooly]

Micah looked up and seemingly imagined a blue haired big foot. And it made him shiver in fear, that person might eat him. NO NOT AGAIN, STOP THINKING ABOUT ‘MICAH A LA CARTE’. He shook his head and smiled nervously. “I’ll.. try not to bump into him on my stay here…” He gulped. That sounded more like a ghost story than an appearance description.

"Oh! So basically stuck due to this horrible weather?" That wasn’t good. And it must be hard if one gets stuck at a place with none of their stuff. "Hm?" He looked up as the girl asked him the question. Was he? He clasped his hands together. Body warmth, his own body warmth. He wasn’t cold. Not at all. "No, i’m not really cold. Well.." He also held his clothing trying to inspect its thickness. "True.. I guess i’m not really prepared for the cold weather… But like i said i’m not really cold." He then shrugs as he also didn’t know why he wasn’t shivering right now.

"I guess i’m used to the cold?" No…That’s not it. He thought for a while. Is it maybe because he’s a wooly? Well even so.. If thats the reason, he still couldn’t tell it to Chocola and just resort to what he said earlier. "So that bird, he looks cute. What’s his name?" Trying his best to change the subject, he took notice of Chocola’s feathered friend

[chocola-rain]

"Good!" Chocola nodded fiercely from her bed, pouting a bit at the thought of the man. She couldn't stand him, and just the thought could ruin her day. Luckily, Micah continued the conversation, and she listened quietly and nodded in agreement now and again.

"You're not cold? That's odd..." Chocola had met some strange people, but someone who wasn't phased by the cold at all? That was a first. It was a blizzard! As Chocola thought over the new information, DJ danced on top of the blanket burrito, talons attempting to get past the fluffy thickness of the blanket and reach the fluffy thickness of Chocola's hair.

"Cute?! Are you joking? He's a pest! Go away! Shoo, shoo!" As if angered by the word pest, DJ moved closer, nudging his way in between the blanket and the crook of Chocola's neck. In return for the cold bird beak, Chocola tried to wave off the bright red parrot.

"What's his name? What's his name?" The parrot repeated with an interesting laughter afterwards, before flying over to the stranger and perching on his shoulder.

"His name's DJ," Chocola muttered, making it obvious that she wasn't terribly fond of her new partner with the tone of her voice, "and apparently he's taken a liking to you."