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"Well, of course they're real," Willy exclaims, wide-eyed at the other boy's question. "Where else would we get the blue raspberry flavor from?" He gives a bright grin, popping open the clasps on his suitcase and flinging it open with glee. He takes a few pumps of the small bottle of sanitizer tucked in one of the shelves, rubbing his hands together vigorously. It's obvious he's already deep in thought, the gears almost visibly turning in Mr. Wonka's head as he eyes the vials of ingredients neatly tucked in the miniature candy-creating contraption.

Leaving his cane stood on its own a short distance away, Willy slides over a stool and has a seat at the counter, tapping his chin thoughtfully before plucking out a bottle filled with small dried flowers with golden centers and white petals.

"Ah, I've been all sorts of places, see?" The chocolatier glances up at Rockland, already hard at work. "I spent 7 years of my life on the ocean, traveling the world! And learning everything there is to know about chocolate. We made many stops along the way, learned from every culture I could possibly come across."

He's beaming as he speaks, a light in his eyes that only really sparkles so when he remembers his travels. Sometimes he missed that life--living on a boat had been invigorating--but he wouldn't give up his dream for the world. This was his world now.

A few other customers have already begun gathering around the front counter, intrigued by Mr. Wonka's sudden frenzy. There's whispers and thoughts hushed between children, parents looking a little concerned at how childish his behavior is. Yet he seems unfazed, simply ignoring the attention in favour of creation. When the question of how much comes up, he simply holds up a finger at Rockland, taking pause. Brows knit together.

"The first? Free of charge! Have to make sure it works the way you need it to, don't we?" He looks up at Rock again with another of his warmest smiles, little to no concern for how much money he might make on such a creation. "After that, we can discuss what's in your price range. If that is nothing at all, so be it!" Hands rest on his thighs, letting the machine do its work as he turns round to face Rock again, smiling broadly.

"That sound all right with you?"

"Yeah it's uh, it's not the most common name. Don't think I've met a Willy before either. Well, William sure, but Willy?" He shook his head. This guy was sure chipper. Rock couldn't tell if he was just putting on his customer service face or if he genuinely was this delightful, but if it was a false face, he sure was a good actor. And if it wasn't? Nobody better mess with him or the teen would tell them off.

"Blue raspberries? They're a real thing? Not just... a flavour made for candy?" He'd only ever seen blue raspberry as things like slurpee flavours. He couldn't ever recall seeing a real blue raspberry in a store. "How did you find out about them? When did you go to Russia?" That was quite a trek. He bit another petal from the flower, and let the chocolate melt on his tongue.

He could practically see the gears in the young man's head turning. A nod met the question, and then, hold up- ingredients? "Oh- okay, but," Rockland followed suit, hurrying after the chocolate maker, "How-how much is it, for custom chocolate?"

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Her reluctance first as the chocolatier wondering if perhaps he's overstepped a boundary for her, so he takes to apologising immediately, but before he can open his mouth she's agreeing. There's another gentle smile on Willy's lips as she finally takes his hand. He was well-versed in many types of dance. In his travels, he had not only taken time to study chocolate-making, but the cultures which he found himself surrounded by and all of their glorious traditions. Culture was an important piece in learning to be great in anything, after all.

As their hands clasp together, he allows her to step closer with ease, warmth in his eyes as she places his hand on her waist. He lets her be the guide, lead him in the dance, even though he knows how to waltz. This is her dance. The one she had dreamed. If he was going to be in the business of making dreams come true, then he could certainly spare his own arrogance to allow her to teach him in this.

Deep brown eyes meet hers as she straightens, letting his own posture formulate similarly. He gives her hand a light squeeze of encouragement when he sees the blush in her cheeks. A soft chuckle. "Shall I lead, then," he asks suddenly at her comment. Willy wanted this to be perfect for her. The exact replication of such a beautiful dream! Well, to the best of their limited ability. Another laugh at her admission.

"You're all right, Eilonwy" he assures her warmly. A low hum of thought. "Something like this?" In a moment, he's humming a soft, low melody--something his mother had taught him to play on the piano years ago. A smooth waltz written by Bach. A pause as he allows her some room to breath, to cool her nerves. Then,

"Ready?"

He was sunshine. Eilonwy very quickly determined. "I did yes, I had nothing else" the redhead responded giving a small shrug of her shoulders. Her body language was slumped a little, not confident and almost shy. As his palm faced upward in an extension toward her, she raised her brows a little in surprise. He.. wanted to dance? But there was no music.. although Eilonwy knew that they didn't need music to dance. "I..alright" she was reluctant. The young redhead got to her feet, taking hold of Willy's hand moving so she was closer to him.

Ocean hues looked up toward him, then to his hands. "they were waltzing.. so erh.. your hand goes here.." she placed his free hand upon her waist, her own hand placing delicately upon his shoulder. Her posture suddenly straightened and although she was close, their torso's were almost touching but not fully. "There isn't any music.. but the man leads.." Eilonwy was blushing, she felt silly.

"Willy, I feel silly" The redhead admitted, though she had come to trust the chocolatier and his rather mad ideas. There was no arguing, Eilonwy knew that. "mm, just imagine a classical song, like Mozart or.. something smooth, with strings" blue eyes looked back up toward Wonka. She was self conscious, of course she was. What if she stepped on his toes? Or fell over by tripping up on his feet? She wasn't a klutz yet Eilonwy hadn't danced for years or at least not properly with a dance partner.

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send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

"Ohh! Well, I can think of quite a few sticky situations I've found myself in," the chocolatier laughs. "Those of both the candy variety and the non-candy variety." A small hum of thought as he looks up, considering all of the challenges he's faced in his life thus far.

"I once got left behind on an island off the coast of El Salvador. Not to the fault of my colleagues, mind, my own fault, really." A small chuckle at the memory. "A bit frightening at the time, but I can look back on it and laugh now. I was naïve to think I could swim out to the island without informing anyone of where I'd gone. Thinking I was on the ship already, they pulled out without me! It didn't take long for them to realize I wasn't there, but it felt like a lifetime waiting for them to come back for me. I was terrified they'd leave me there for good!" Willy smiles warmly.

"Luckily I had far better friends than I realized." A beat. "Sometimes, I do miss those friends, but...I know they think of me, too. We were like a family! And there is something so wonderful about chosen family... Even when you're far apart, you can keep each other close at heart sharing memories like these."

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send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

"Well...I think I have a lot of memories of moments that have made me stronger in the long run." The chocolatier gives a wistful look to the sky. "One in particular, though, is when my mother fell ill..." A sad smile brushes his features, blinking back the tears that have already sprung up in his gaze. "I was just a boy. Had to do quite a lot all on my own--she was bedridden for a month and then..." He sniffles, swiping a tear off his cheek. "Gone. Losing her was one of the hardest moments of my life...But it was through that experience that I learned to be independent. I learned how to grieve. And in the end, she taught me how meaningful strong friendships could be."

A pause, then smiling even more warmly at the memory, his chest filling with love for his mother, for the friends he had made in the aftermath of her passing. "And that's one of the most important lessons I've ever learned. How wonderful it is to be able to find family again."

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Send 🫧 to my muse to get a story of a time they were drunk (or otherwise inebriated) (it won't let me see the emoji!)

"Oh! Um..." A small laugh from Willy, thinking back on some of his more rambunctious days sailing the seven seas with his companions. Brows furrow, looking up in thought. "Ah! There was the first time I had a glass of gin aboard a sea-faring vessel, back when I used to travel. I was living aboard a ship with a group of sailors and I had no idea what to expect--or how much drink I could handle, so I ended up quite a bit more tipsy than I'd expected." A hearty laugh.

"Unfortunately, my body did not agree with the drink very well and I got terribly ill afterwards...It was quite shameful, really, but apparently hilarious to watch me stumble around, attempting to sing sea chanties whilst we played a game of cards." A shake of his head, blushing with embarrassment at the memory. "I lost quite a pretty penny that evening, but luckily my companions were kind enough to cut me a break and paid me back over the course of the next few days. That was the first and last time I've ever been so intoxicated."

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As she fiddles with the VHS, Willy finds himself moving back to the couch, flopping down and making himself comfortable. Another chocolate on the tongue and then he’s leaving the box on the coffee table. He winces at the slight twinge of pain in his throat as he swallows. A blanket wrapped around his chilled bones, a box of tissues in easy reach. He hunkers down, curled up to keep warm as he peeks out over the blanket, mess of curls draping over a pillow propped on the arm of the couch.

“Thank you for this,” he murmurs as she settles beside him and opens up her candies. “I…really appreciate the company.” Even if he was a little concerned he might get her ill.

“I think Singin’ In The Rain is a fine choice.” Leo grins, picking herself up off the floor with the movie in hand to set it all up. It takes her a second to figure out how to work the VHS, another moment to question herself as to why she even had one. Once it’s set up she settles back down next to him, reaching for another candy.

The speakers pop and crackle when the movie begins to play. She grabs for a blanket, a second one to hand to Willy. A small, sheepish smile spreads across her face as she looks at him.

“You know, I’ve never watched this.” One of the bags of sour candy is opened, a few dumped into her palm and sorted by color. “My family wasn’t big on musicals but I like them.” She shrugs, hushing as the opening credits begin to play.

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The small locking of pinkies is enough of a gesture to satisfy Willy, a nod given along with a tip of his hat. It was going to be difficult parting with his traditional clothes, but he supposed they didn’t have to completely go away. He could hold onto them, carry with him the memories they held, the stories told through countless moments and adventures. And now he would have new garments to weave new stories! What fun!

When she mentioned starting the alterations, the chocolatier gave a nod, careful to slip off the jacket without bumping the pin marks. As her questions about his chocolates tumbled out, he looked up with a bright twinkle in his eye. He loved how inquisitive she was, how she showed such a genuine interest in his work. Perhaps there was a bit of pride--maybe even a slight ego--about Mr. Wonka when it came to his creations, but he had certainly earned it with his talents. The attention and adoration were not something he shied away from.

“Oh! Coming along well enough, Honey, thank you for asking. I’ve got a few sketches done, figuring out the design. I don’t quite have the colours the way I want them, but…” A light flourish of his hand. “The chocolate itself is marvelous! Think of your happiest moment as a child. A birthday party? Christmas eve? Collecting seashells on the beach? Perhaps something as simple as a hug from a loved one?” A snap of his fingers, wiggling his brows at her. “That’s the feeling! That’s the flavour. Warmth. Happiness. A gooey, marshmallowy, birthday-cake coated chocolatey treat with just a hint of warming lava salts to lift the spirits! I'm calling them sentimental sweets.”

There was such excitement, such enthusiasm, when he spoke about his chocolates. His inventions were his pride and joy. Those sweet treats were everything he had in the world. His family. His home. His gateway to the rest of the world. A purpose and a happiness he could share with others. A connection back to his mother. Everything he ever wanted wrapped up in a neat bit of golden foil.

Hands reach for his hips when she mentions making herself new clothes, a knowing smirk on his features. He had been expecting this for a while now. It’d been some time since she’d mentioned making something new for herself. He loved to see what she came up with for herself, too, what new and fun outfits she could whip up that so beautifully painted her personality in her day-to-day wear.

Bright eyes scan through page after page as he flips through sketches, humming in thought. A small tap on the page here or there with a remark of which he liked the most, what colours worked well together and what he felt might be a bit too much or not enough. Once he’s done, he’s passing it back to her with warmth in his features.

“But! Don’t let my opinions sway you too much. They’re your clothes! You should create what makes you feel most comfortable. What makes you feel most like you!”

Honey beamed with pride, glad that he liked both the hat and the coat. It was true, Willy was honest, he would tell her if a design she came up with wasn't for him and although at first she would be slightly disappointed, Honey wouldn't take it to heart. Eyes fell to his pinky, a warm and knowing smile formed upon her features. Pinky promises, she hadn't done those since she was a child and every time Willy did it, it always felt as genuine as any other promise. Not a promise that she liked to class as a apple pie promise, 'easily made and easily broken ' she recalled one of her carers quoting, a quote which stuck with the young blonde. She gave a soft laugh before stating "that it is" quite simply.

"Great, I am glad" She hummed, putting the mirror down taking the hat from his head to place upon her work bench. Her hands quickly motioned to the coat "I will get to sewing the alterations straight away" She mused, both excitement and determination on her tone. "How is the new chocolate invention coming along?" Honey enquired with a small raise of her brow. She was always fascinated by his inventions, in fact, Honey Heavenly was fascinated by Willy Wonka and how his mind worked in general.

Naturally she was the inquisitive sort, yet when it came to the chocolatier Honey found that side of her was heightened. He was like a ray of sunshine, and Honey made sure that she would remind him of that remark as much as she could. "I was thinking of making myself some new attire too" a passing thought, considering she had made about 95% of her clothing, it was hardly a shock to anyone that knew Honey, that she would also wish to make herself a new dress, or coat.. she had even made herself a scarf on one occasion.

She passed the sketchbook to Willy, her prized possession, yet she trusted him with it. "Which design do you think? I quite like the one on the third page but I'd appreciate your view too" Eyes looked back up, lips pursing together, she gave a small clear of her throat "if you turn to page ten, there.. there is also some designs I did for Lofty..if he wants one" oh yes, she hadn't forgotten about the little orange man with green hair. "I'll leave that up to him but I think he trusts you a lot more than me, if you wished to pass the question along for him?"

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if your muse was trapped on a deserted island, what three items would they bring with them?

"Hmmm, well...That all depends on what item means in your vocabulary. Certainly my travel factory would be one! Along with a whole host of ingredients I keep stored in it--this all counts as one item, mind! And then, let's see...Oh! My cane, of course. Can't very well go without that! I suppose my hat wouldn't count as an item, would it? That's simply attire choice, so I believe I have it by default...Um...Then...Lastly..." Willy's looking up in deep thought, chewing lightly on the inside of his cheek as he considers his options. Finally, a lightbulb seems to go off in his brain. Eyes widen, a bright grin beaming across his face.

"I got it! I'd bring a friend! Perhaps Noodle. Or the little orange man! Or perhaps I'd fit a few friends in my hat to take along...Might be a little heavy, though... Still! Can't go anywhere without someone to hold onto."

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"Have a colourful, wonderful, splendiferously jubilant day today! To those of you celebrating Easter, I wish you a happy one. For the trans folks out there I wish you all the best in your journey of self-discovery! And in any other circumstance may your day be filled with many sweets shared with the ones you love! Oh! And if you haven't anyone to celebrate with, consider this your special invitation from a dear friend to come celebrate life and diversity! Grab your sweetest treats and let's make today magical!"

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The chocolates, hopefully will help Willy feel a little better. It's meant to help with all the aches and pains, the general stuffiness, though it isn't perfect. Colds hadn't been cured yet for a reason. Finding a cure felt like an impossible task, so a relief from symptoms would have to do for now.

A warm smile as he has another, chewing slowly as his gaze scans over the options Leo's pulled from his collection. He hums with delight at mention of Singin' in the Rain. "A classic," he agrees with a small nod. Eyes widen when she pulls out Annie as well. "Ah! Yes! Another excellent choice." Making the decision was going to be...a difficult task indeed.

"Hmmm..." The chocolatier taps his chin thoughtfully for a moment as he swallows down another chocolate, the honey inside soothing his throat on the way down. "How about...Singin' in the Rain! Probably one of my favourites. Such a colourful film."

Leo leans over to examine the box of chocolates that’s been revealed. Being friends with the chocolatier had proven to be most dangerous given her out-of-control sweet tooth. She wastes no time in picking up one of the blue ones and devouring it. Of course it’s just about the best damn thing she’s ever tasted.

“Mm. Okay, a musical.” Her mouth is still full while she talks, swaying slightly in a dance as she finishes chewing. The films are shuffled through until she finds a few and lays them out in a row for him to choose from.

“Singin’ In The Rain might be fun.” Finally, she swallows the candy. “Hmm… or Annie, I do like that one… um… I don’t know the rest.”

Among the ones laid out are: Hello, Dolly! The Music Man Oliver! Newsies

“The choice is all yours.” She leans forward, pulling a bag of chips off the table and shoving a handful in her mouth as if to absolve herself of the responsibility of choosing.

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He's slowly twirling and admiring the edges of the coat, the light embroidery, the colourful inside when Honey returns with some pins to mark the outfit. She takes hold of his arm and he giggles with glee, humming an apology as he stills himself under her touch. Hard to sit still with such excitement! But the chocolatier manages as he stretches out his arms and allows her to fold the edges of the sleeves, bringing them up to the perfect length.

Once she's finished, his eyes widen, a soft "oh!" leaving his lips with delight when she mentions having made him a hat as well. Although he loved his original pieces, they were getting rather old. The hat especially was noticeably falling apart. Perhaps it was time for a bit of an upgrade. He leans down against his cane, allowing Honey to place the hat atop his fluffy curls. Fingers tap excitedly against the top of the cane as he stands straight again. Eyes lift to peek at it from under the brim, then shift to view it in the mirror.

"What do I think..?" A thoughtful expression as he tries to find the words. "Honey Heavenly, this is...beautiful! Magnificent!" Willy's beaming as he looks to her, eyes sparkling with pride in her work.

"Of course I will! You know me, I'm nothing if not honest," he responded quickly. There had been a couple of times that Honey's creations didn't quite suit his fancy, yet he was always willing to give honest feedback. His critiquing was delicate and optimistic, but still honest. A hand lifts with an extended pinky, brows lifting. "Pinky swear. And that's the most solemn vow there is, you know..." A nod when she takes it, grinning once more. "I love it!"

Honey watched as he spun around, to look for himself on how it fit. After all, it was for Willy so Honey wanted to be sure it fit him perfectly. "Great, well, let me just get some pins hold on" she walked away to a drawer, grabbing some clothing pins so she could pin and mark where to take it up. "Hold still" she mused, taking hold of his arm to outstretch it before folding where it was needed to make the sleeves a little shorter before repeating on the other side.

"Oh, I made a hat too to go with it" She hummed grabbing it from the hat stand, going on her tip toes to place it up on Willy's head. It was the same colour as the coat, even the lining on the inside matched. She hummed gently, taking hold of a hand held mirror so that he could see for himself. "What do you think?" Honey enquired, "I thought it would match the coat rather well, making it an accessory to the outfit. I like you in this colour, it suits you"

Honey enjoyed Willy being her muse, he was so optimistic and a ray of sunshine it made making clothes for him a lot easier, especially when he was happy to try on any creation she had made. "You know if you don't like anything I make, you can tell me? I won't be offended" Honey mentioned, "or alterations" it was after all an experimental process, so any failings she would take as a learning curve.

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Willy, why are your songs so catchy? They keep getting stuck in my head (not that I'm entirely complaining, though yours and Noodle's song started playing in my head recently almost the moment I woke up and that was a tad excessive XD )

"Why, I'm flattered you think so highly of them!" Willy laughs. "I suppose they're just the perfect concoction for a brain easily susceptible to catchy tunes. I know I find myself humming them every once in a while. That's how I come up with them to begin with! How wonderful it is to add a joyful tune to everyday circumstances, wouldn't you say?"

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what's your muse's favorite weird food combo?

Mr. Wonka looks quite confused by this question, eyes lifting to the sky in deep thought. He considers, hands on his hips, then finally manages to speak his thoughts,

"I'm not quite sure I understand..." A pause, swallowing. "What constitutes a weird food combo? What's weird to you might be normal to me, you see? I'm not sure I can subscribe to the idea that anyone's tastes can be objectively considered weird. Different, certainly! But if you write something off before trying it, you're more than likely to miss a whole host of unusual and wonderful flavours that you otherwise may have never even considered!"

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would you say your muse is a risk taker, or do they prefer to play it safe?

"I'd say I take a healthy amount of risks," Willy admits with a shrug. Brows lift, a reminiscent smile gracing his lips. Pride swells in his chest, his eyes glimmering with the excitement of the memories of his journey to owning a factory. "If I hadn't taken the risks I have, I wouldn't have made it to where I am today."

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is your muse hiding something serious from those around them? why?

"Hiding something?" A pause, the chocolatier looking up in thought. "Hmm...Well, not anything too serious. There's my chocolate-making secrets, of course, that I keep close to my heart! Wouldn't want them getting into the wrong hands, but..." Willy shrugged, smiling warmly. "For the most part I'd like to think I'm rather open. I used to have to hide my chocolates from the police, though." A little wink. "Not anymore, now that I've my own factory I'm free as a flamingo! And what a wonderful feeling that is!"

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[ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ] : receiver hears sender calling their name while asleep. leo & willy!

Willy's eyes moved rapidly behind his eyelids, dreaming deeply no doubt. His dreams were always quite vivid and this one was no different. The sound of his name being called, for example, was easily built into the dream. A soft smile meets his lips as he turns to the one calling him, only for her to continue calling his name as if he weren't there at all! How strange. But then it clicks. The moment she tells him to wake up, his eyes are snapping open, a small inhale taken as he lifts his head slightly.

"Hm?" Brows quirk upward, head tilting to one side as he peers up at Leo from where he'd fallen asleep on the couch. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Leo! I must've dozed off..." A light chuckle, trailing his fingers back through messy curls. "Hadn't realized I was so tired! What were you saying? I've already forgotten."