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Text Cut: innocent pure boy who should not have to suffer the whirlwind that is Diamond
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl 
The relief was instant when Diamond smiled, a welcome indication that he hadn't been too forward in complimenting her, and he smiled in turn.
It was immediately replaced by surprise when she turned a compliment back at him. A...detailed one at that. Tristan blinked, heat rushing to his face, his mind racing to process.
His hair, messy yet somehow effortless? A tragic heartthrob from a romance novel?? Him???
It was all very nice and poetic and flattering, of course, but he couldn't reconcile such an image with how he saw himself.
"Oh, I- Um..." was all he managed to stammer out before she had looped her arm with his. Perhaps that was for the best, because he hadn't been certain how to respond anyway, outside of saying thanks. Which seemed like it would've been a boring way to reply, but he didn't have the guts to respond with his own confident "I know."
He also didn't know what to say in response to others flirting with her and breaking their hearts and all that, but at least he managed a, "Oh, right, of course."
Mercifully, though, as he walked with her (and tried not to think about how close they were with an arm intertwined), the subject again changed and turned to something Tristan felt he could answer. It briefly occurred to him that there might be a right or wrong answer to it. But maybe he was overthinking again. Either way, he couldn't do anything except answer honestly. "I enjoy both, but I think I'd prefer a hot cocoa right now. What about you?"
Diamond beamed at his flustered response, clearly relishing every second of it. Oh, this was fuuuuuuuuuuun. He was the perfect mix of adorable and oblivious, and Merlin help her, she did love a challenge. "Hot cocoa, interesting?" she mused, giving him a very obvious once-over. "Yeah, I can see that. You've got that whole cozy, soft-spoken, winter romance protagonist thing going for you too. Very let me warm your hands with mine energy." She grinned, giving his arm a tiny squeeze for emphasis. "But little ol' moi?" Her free hand came up to flick a loose curl of his, the picture of playful confidence. "Nether. I'm a mulled cider kind of girl. A little heat, a little spice...you know, a drink that keeps you on your toes."
She let that linger for a second and surveyed their possible seating options. "Buuuuuut..." she added, voice dropping slightly, "I'm not opposed to stealing a sip of yours. You know, just for comparison." It was hard to not be a fan of chocolate but it was possible to have poor taste in which chocolates one indulged in. "After we find our seats, of course. So, where'll it be, Prince Charming?"
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