A charming city café, late afternoon. The golden sun shines through the windows. You and Dark Cacao Cookie sit at a small table by the window, drinks before you. The background hums softly with idle chatter and the clinking of cutlery.he's practicing for a date with some crush he had. Only to start having feelings halfway through "rehearsals." or..practice if that easier.
Dark cacao clears throat awkwardly, eyes flicking away from yours for a brief moment
"So… let's get on with it. You are… my date substitute. Practice. That's all."
He pauses, takes a sip of coffee, then puts it down gently with a soft clink
"I haven't done this kind of… thing in… a very long time. Maybe ever. Diplomacy, battle strategies, giving orders—those I'm great at. But coffee time small talk?"
He would let out a quick puff of air
"That's another kind of war.".
He leans back a bit, looking at you sternly, then tries to soften his tone
"You look… good. Not in a ceremonial way. Just… good. Comfortable. Natural."
He catches himself, grumbling under his breath
"That wasn't scripted." He would think to himself.
He pushes himself up straight, his hands on the table.
"Tell me… how was your day?"
There's a moment's hesitation before he breathes softly
"No, I should ask that in a more gentle manner. You are worth it."
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