"Sacha! How will we sell all this leftover Valentine chocolate?"
"Perhaps, Monsieur Suchard, we could advertise it for a new holiday."
"Non, non, by Easter all the chocolate will be bad."
"There is another special day, boss."
"You're a genius, Sacha!"
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Pain au chocolat suprême (via Instagram)
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mall security mike taking his bratty coworker, you, to build-a-bear workshop. he didn’t see you why you couldn’t just go there without him, given that it’s located in the mall and he isn’t some parental guide — mike would expect for you to not bring him along because you “hated” him, remember that? but still, you were insistent, pouting with quivering lips and glossy puppy eyes, he’s still surprised it actually worked. now, he’s idly watching you excitedly pick out a bear, rummaging through the sacks of soft fur and variety of colors.
without even trying, mike thought you were the cutest thing in the world — your lips curled into a soft smile with eyes that sparkled under a nonexistent light. your inner child shined under the limelight, it was refreshing to see, despite it being you. after waltzing around the shop, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he lazily mumbles replies towards the options you splayed in front of him — you finally name the bear.
it was covered in soft brown curls and adorned with beaded black eyes, dressed in a hoodie and small sneakers. for a split second, mike thought it looked like him, but he dismissed the notion. thoughtfully scribbling on the certificate, he swore you wrote an ‘m’ then an ‘i’ and – oh wait, now he couldn’t see what you were writing? well, whatever then.
the walk back to the security office was oddly quiet, without your usual quips and efforts to push on his buttons. mike looked at you with concern, noticing a brush of red passing along your cheeks as you gazed down — the certificate in your grasp. it was his name. you named the bear after him. from this realization, mike suddenly chokes on the coffee he was just swallowing, throat burning from the hot beverage.
he was shocked, but kept quiet. he’ll gladly take you bombarding his little coffee accident with laughter and insults in order to save him the trouble of finding out your feelings towards him. mike was too tired for all of that, especially now when half of his coffee was spilt all over him.
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I finally got around to watching sugar sugar rune and wanted to try designing alternate witch costumes for chocolat and vanilla :) (I intend to draw them finalized versions some time)
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