( this is the most vile thing he's ever had in his life. aspen coughs into his hand, and when someone hands him a glass, he greedily drinks it. )
Ugh - it's as a I thought. Even now, I can't stand meat.
( the pastry itself was so decadent, though... sadly looking at it, he pouts and shakes some of the meat out so he can eat the flaky pastry. he means to give the glass back, but the man at the stall shakes his head and lets him go. he wonders if this is supposed to be an apology.
granted, he did like this. it was fruity, sweet, with a slight bite. it wasn't really citrus, though. perhaps some sort of spice? he didn't recognize it... nevertheless, if this is what he was going to get, that was alright. he swore he saw a flicker of blond out of the corner of his eye though, and paused. no - nope. he's not going to entertain a bratty prince tonight! he has sweets to go after. many, many sweets.
or that's what he thinks. he's halfway into his third sundrop cake before he has to sit down, swaying and holding his head as his vision blurs. )
Winds guide me, don't tell me this is a sugar crash. I barely ate anything!
( didn't even get to finish his pastry or nuts. he pillows his head on his bent arms, peering out at the people walking to and fro. what a crowd. his gaze, dazed and unfocused, swims from point to point. )
→ laurent
Ugh - it's as a I thought. Even now, I can't stand meat.
( the pastry itself was so decadent, though... sadly looking at it, he pouts and shakes some of the meat out so he can eat the flaky pastry. he means to give the glass back, but the man at the stall shakes his head and lets him go. he wonders if this is supposed to be an apology.
granted, he did like this. it was fruity, sweet, with a slight bite. it wasn't really citrus, though. perhaps some sort of spice? he didn't recognize it... nevertheless, if this is what he was going to get, that was alright. he swore he saw a flicker of blond out of the corner of his eye though, and paused. no - nope. he's not going to entertain a bratty prince tonight! he has sweets to go after. many, many sweets.
or that's what he thinks. he's halfway into his third sundrop cake before he has to sit down, swaying and holding his head as his vision blurs. )
Winds guide me, don't tell me this is a sugar crash. I barely ate anything!
( didn't even get to finish his pastry or nuts. he pillows his head on his bent arms, peering out at the people walking to and fro. what a crowd. his gaze, dazed and unfocused, swims from point to point. )