Two Heroes Are Left Alone When It's Snowing. What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
(A lot, actually.)
[Story below]
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“It’s snowing.”
Gold looked up from his drawing (well, less of a ‘drawing’– it was more scribbling than anything else. He could draw something if he wanted to, but… Nah.), and over to Tsavorite, who was looking out the window and watching as the little snowflakes fell from the sky. “You don’t sound excited.”
“Yeah, I don’t like the snow… It’s cold.”
Tsavorite looked entirely serious as he said this, and, if Gold didn’t know any better, he would’ve said something along the lines of ‘who are you, and what have you done with Tsavorite?’.
However, he did know any better. So, he responded:
“Huh. Surprising.”
Gold looked back down at his drawing, picking up the pencil to continue, before he was interrupted.
“Wait, really?”
He placed the pencil down again, huffing a bit. “Yeah. Knowing you, I thought you would’ve liked snow, to be honest.”
The yellow Hero lifted the pencil once again– but then, he was spoken to again.
“Do you like snow?”
Gold put down his pencil again, pushing it– and the paper– a little to the side, so that it was out of the way. Because, knowing Tsavorite, this was definitely going to spiral into a long conversation. One with many, many subject changes, most likely.
The younger shape was just… Like that, as he’d found long ago.
“Yeah.” He answered, turning and floating up out of the chair he’d been sitting in, and moving to join Tsavorite in sitting near the window. “I like snow.”
A small laugh came from Tsavorite, and Gold glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “What?”
“And here I’d thought you hated everything!” The green Hero snickered with a large grin.
Gold shook his head in mock-disappointment, and moved his hand to hide a small growing smile. “You’d best watch yourself, lettuceboy.” He gave an attempt to tease light-heartedly. Yeah, he’d heard Orange call Tsavorite ‘lettuceboy’ on occasion, and eventually picked it up himself, so what?
“Ooooh… You stole that,” Tsavorite joked back. Gold could see a smug look on the pentagon’s face without even looking. “Wait a second– you’re smiling!”
Gold held back a little laugh, trying to put on a frown behind his hand– just in case the other somehow managed to pry his hand away. However, Tsavorite’s smile was contagious as all hell (like always), and he couldn’t, even if he did try his hardest. “No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are! Stop lying to yourself, nacho man!”
The yellow Hero huffed out a small laugh, finally pulling his hand away from covering his mouth to reveal to Tsavorite that his suspicion was, in fact, very correct.
“‘Nacho man’?” Gold inquired, chuckling.
“Yeah!” Tsavorite replied. “I'm ‘lettuceboy’, Orange is ‘fruit man’, you're ‘nacho man’!”
“And what about Cyan and Cyanide?”
“…We don't have anything for them yet,” The green Hero admitted sheepishly.
“Damn. That's rough.”
“Gold–!”
—
After a bit of playful bickering, the two Heroes had decided to get some hot chocolate. But, of course, neither of them knew how to actually make hot chocolate.
And so…
“How long’re we supposed to microwave the water for, again…?” Tsavorite questioned, turning to look at Gold, and the triangle Hero just shrugged.
“Beats me. I'd look at the package.”
“But I already threw both of them away!”
“Check one of the other ones in the box– oh, wait, shit… Those were the last ones.”
Gold sighed. Well, it could be a lot worse… But it could also be a lot better, too.
“Uhh… Try five minutes. I'm gonna try and find the paper I wrote it down on.”
“Alright!” Tsavorite grinned, and put the mug in the microwave for five minutes, as instructed.
Meanwhile, Gold dashed off, beginning to search for that paper. A few moments passed (but, to Gold, it only felt like, what, 30 seconds?), and a yell suddenly caught Gold's attention.
“AH–! IT BURNED MY HAND!”
…Whose bright idea was it to leave them alone together, anyway?
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