A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Nine: Lukewarm

WILDBERRY'S POV:

His house is... comfy. I certainly didnt expect it.

The walls of his household was painted with the utmost care on the solid dark chocolate brick bases. A white trim of pillared carvings that made arches along each wall complimented the dark, rich, cacao bricks inner base. Flooring was a similar color to the wall, except it was lighter. Many rugs of mainly fur starter amongst the hard tile, making it more comfy to walk on. It's unexpected when a roudy person like Crunchy Chip cookie knows how to do interior well with furniture, as most pieces were color coordinated with the walls, flooring, and border trims.

Small, vibrant pieces of colors such as potted plants and different shades of vases pop out of this more dark academy like home. It seems very... regal in here, and it's a million times more better than outside.

Any who, while I continue looking around and admiring the house furniture, Crunchy Chip Cookie puts the rather fancy and slick grey metal tray down with two cups. One is in a white, porcelain cup with a text I cannot identify, and another one is a dark brown cup with a viridian outline on the top. Both cups have steam generating on top, as it's clear steaming hot liquid is store inside. I straign my posture to look at him once again; though, we don't make eye contact for some reason. "Some reason" as I mean he's too... flustered to say the least.

Perhaps, he's still distracted if I may say.

I guess it seems he has some interest in my body. To say the least, when he came in the room, he looked instantly at my body. Those two, golden eyes looking at my torso, it's not weird to me, since it's awfully normal... at least for me. If I go to the beach, it's the same attire I'm wearing right now: nothing but a pair of shorts that are the color of my hair. I must thank my genetics and body for granting me this body, though it seems to have it's cons as well. Apparently everyone loves a build that's more... meaty, per say, and that leads to multiple stares that sometimes make me uncomfortable when I'm minding my own business. It doesn't mind me too much though, it's like a compliment that you have that body, but also a unfortunate fact that people might date you because of your body.

I don't seem to mind that the opposing Crunchy Chip cookie is though, he seems like a great person and would have any ill intentions.

"I'm back, and I apologize for that little... moment." Clearing his throat, he continues, "While the liquid is hot, I do have a question for you Wildberry Cookie."

Question.... About what?

"And what may that 'Question' be Crunchy Chip Cookie?" I respond, looking for context.

"Do... do you like tea? I, I brought you some tea if you'd like some."

Tea... Ive always loved tea. It's like my version of berry juice to hollyberry and I have I everyday. From drinking it to the start of my day when the sun rises to having it when I'm about to hit the hay at night. Refreshing, if I may say, and it grants multiple benefits to the body.

Unlike berry juice.

"I would love a cup of tea sir, what kind is it?" I curiously ask.

Crunchy chip cookie puts the cup on the table with a little white marble coaster below it. Looking inside from a far, the liquid is a yellowish-orange hue, but it's very transparent so the color isn't that visible.

"I heard you were stressed when coming here, so I prepared you some Lavender Rose tea! Based on what... Someone said, it's known to lower peoples stress levels!" he says in a happy tone, almost like he's teaching me a important life skill.

Lavender Rose tea... never heard of it.

I take a quick nod as he slightly stands up and passes me the cup. The warm veil of the outer cup reaches my rough and still slightly cold hands, comfort and nostalgia of the past of me and Hollyberry cookie having a cup of a drink of our choice almost hits me hard.