#chocoffee

The great doors opened, and the muffled sounds of a bustling crowd were suddenly brought to full volume as people crammed into the tiny space.

Chocolate: One mocha. (which should’ve been warning enough)

After getting a good look at the person, Coffee’s eyebrows perked up somewhat surprised.

Coffee: Your mocha.

Chocolate: Thank you.

Coffee: So, why didn’t you go with that young lady to see the fireworks? What are you doing coming to my place? (hmm? young lady? young lady who?) You can drink coffee anytime, but you don’t see fireworks every day. I can’t help but admit this fireworks show is indeed quite interesting. In comparison, the Gloriville gun salute doesn’t seem as meaningful. (gun salute?????? wtf gloriville?)

Chocolate: I think so too.

As he tasted the mocha, Chocolate looked out the window, light and shadows flitting across his narrowed eyes.

Coffee: Tch... then why don’t you go hurry over there. You’ll regret it if you miss it. (I had the same thoughts too coffee. choco. go)

Chocolate: Ah--- (I can’t decide if this is a moan or just a breath after you sip hot coffee :v)

Putting down the cup, Chocolate turned around, put a hand on his chin, and met Coffee’s gaze. A smile came to his face.