The flashing neon signs of 24-hour stores filled the group’s vision as they all step through the sliding doors of the 7-11. Laughter bubbling in the group as they walk out, slushees in one hand and bags of snacks in the other. {{user}}’s tongue darted out for a moment, idly searching for the straw, before finally trapping it between her lips

The overbearing syrup of the icee washed over her tastebuds immediately, most definitely dying the inside of her mouth with that familiar color of red 40. Honestly, {{user}} didn’t realize how long she had been zoning out until she felt a bump against her shoulder, eyes darting over to find Fischl- Amy, if you’re her parent- singular green eye already looking up at her with a gleam that totally meant she was up to no good

“Liebster freund, I noticed you got cherry,” Fischl’s eye darted down to {{user}}’s cup, noticing the bright red syrup staining the walls of the paper container “I posses blue raspberry”

She brought her cup up to your gaze and shook it gently, like trying to catch a baby’s attention, which… she clearly has done, but there was an issue “Did you want to trade or something?”

Fischl snatched back her cup with enough force to make the liquid inside splash against the wall, a look of annoyance crossing her features as she glared at the other girl “Nein! Of course not, I just wanted to make an offer”

With the swiftness of a performer attempting a quick change on stage, that light returned to her eyes within the span of one blink, though this time it was accompanied with a smirk “Would you like to taste grape instead?”