Unaware of the confusion, his eyes went back to the peppermint bark, sizing it up over toffees and caramels, but then debating, at war with himself, over precious varieties and things he might’ve already had at home. The notions remained firmly befuddling until her admission forced his attention back on the lady, and he grinned, despite the lack of knowing who he was. All of Halo might have, but that didn’t mean others would, and that was okay. “I’m Erebos,” he extended warmly, uncertain if that required further explanation.
But then his deliberation skills seemed to be wholly convincing, and his smile brightened, gaze content at the choices. “I don’t think you can overdo chocolate,” which probably could’ve been a family motto. “You should get some of those hot cocoa bombs too,” he offered, pointing towards the stack of different flavors nearby, some crafted to look like gingerbread or peppermint twists.
As for his own dilemmas, the beam of his wake didn’t dim, but there was a familiar, and familial, wrinkle to his nose at the inquiry. “A lot of it, but I haven’t tried everything yet.” Plucking at the bag of caramel dipped pretzels, he lifted them upwards for her inspection. “Have you had these before?”
Then, oddly enough, beside the moved portions, was a hand-painted egg. Curiosity emboldened, and he snagged at that too, blinking with slight confusion at it. After all, the artistry, while very nice, didn’t quite fit the mold of the candy shop. “Huh. Where’d this come from?”
But then his deliberation skills seemed to be wholly convincing, and his smile brightened, gaze content at the choices. “I don’t think you can overdo chocolate,” which probably could’ve been a family motto. “You should get some of those hot cocoa bombs too,” he offered, pointing towards the stack of different flavors nearby, some crafted to look like gingerbread or peppermint twists.
As for his own dilemmas, the beam of his wake didn’t dim, but there was a familiar, and familial, wrinkle to his nose at the inquiry. “A lot of it, but I haven’t tried everything yet.” Plucking at the bag of caramel dipped pretzels, he lifted them upwards for her inspection. “Have you had these before?”
Then, oddly enough, beside the moved portions, was a hand-painted egg. Curiosity emboldened, and he snagged at that too, blinking with slight confusion at it. After all, the artistry, while very nice, didn’t quite fit the mold of the candy shop. “Huh. Where’d this come from?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
