He paused, as if to recall what it was Abigail had called this outfit.
“Abigail had mentioned it to be a Warlock, a “caller of spirits” was the theme she had selected- but I assume she chose it because it looked fine on me. I wouldn’t imagine something more- but perhaps I AM thinking about it too much…” His tone drifts, Obviously it wasn’t anything new that Sanson thought of things too literally. Thankfully, however, he relaxes himself from thinking too deeply. If he looked fine, then that’s what matters, right?
Checking the bucket once more, Sanson made a quiet “hm”, before personally selecting one he would assume would sate his Master’s appetite.
“Some are flavored in combination of other flavors, although if it’s something that will balance bitterness out, I think I may have one specifically for you.”
The one he had picked out seemed to be a wrapped truffle of sorts.
“This one is still dark chocolate, but it is filled with a mousse that I think you would enjoy, Ritsuka. It’s smooth and satisfying to eat when you want something with quality.”
Handing the truffle to Ritsuka, Sanson then smiles gently at his beloved.
“Perhaps next year you may influence me to be something else. That is, if you can also convince Abigail before she decides.”
Oh how warm he felt with them both standing here like this. It’s a cold night but Sanson was well content with being here with his curious eyed lover.
“ A warlock ... You do fit the bill pretty well ! Goes well with the natural edgy vibe you already have going on. ” Not that it was a bad thing or anything; it was just what made Sanson ... well, Sanson ! He’d argue that the cool and stoic side to him quite definitely enriched his lover’s more softer moments because at first glance, one wouldn’t expect such endearing behaviour from Charles Henri-Sanson.
That aside, he felt a bit bad that he wasn’t entirely willing to consume every treat in that pumpkin basket of his but even he couldn’t put himself through the bitter horrors of dark chocolate. He leaned over to see what else he could possibly stomach and to his surprise, Sanson had picked out a truffle mousse. His eyes lit up in curiosity at the treat and he soon returned his generosity with excitement.
“ Oh ... you’re really doing a great job of selling it to me. Alright. That honestly sounds really good ! Thanks ! ” With that, he tore the wrapper to pop the piece of chocolate in his mouth and oh, how it melted in his mouth. He already ascended to heaven with all this chocoletey goodness. “ Mmmm ~ ! It totally melts in your mouth ... ! “ After consuming his treat, he licked off any remnants of the chocolates that melted onto his fingers. “ Mm. You know, I bet a lot of these chocolates would go well with sweet hot drinks. The contrast would be something to marvel at, don’t you think ? ”
He found himself tilting his head in thought as Sanson brought up the prospect of Ritsuka picking out the next outfit for him in the coming year. “ Hmm ... I guess I wouldn’t mind picking out something for you next year. I’ll have to really think about it though. ”
