( A holiday market isn't really the kind of place he'd ever go by himself. Too many people, too much happening, and too cheerful. But the idea of it is less off-putting with someone else to keep him company. And for better or for worse, Storm's the one person who seems to pick up on the subtle changes in his mood enough to know when he's gotten tired of shit.
For now, though, Daryl's more focused on making sure she's at least enjoying herself as they walk through the market. It's nice in its own way - especially with the scent of different foods and drinks in the air. Much better than the rot of the dead back home, that's for damn sure.
After a few minutes of walking, he disappears for a moment, long enough to grab a pair hot chocolates before wandering back. He offers out one cup as he makes his way back to her side, already lifting his own towards his lips to breathe in the steam coming off of it. ) Put some extra marshmallows in yours. ( A little extra flavor, he hopes. )
[ Ororo, new Xavier beanie mashed over her hair in an effort to feel connected to home and also just... to attract less attention for her odd hair, had been waylaid by a stall with dainty, sparkling earrings in the market. The vendor had seen her interest and tried valiantly to tempt her into making a purchase, but she ultimately declines. The absence of Daryl had moved her into looking for him - and she has a look that's equal parts relieved and curious once he makes his way back, armed with hot drinks. ]
Oh. Thank you. You could have told me where you were disappearing off to. [ She takes one, warms her hands with it with a smile. ]
I didn't know I looked like someone who needs extra marshmallows.
( Daryl lifts his cup, motions in the direction of the stall where she'd been accosted by the vendor. There's a soft edge of amusement to his tone, one brow quirking behind messy bangs. He could have stepped in, dragged her away, but it had been harmless enough. Not like anyone was trying to pull the wool over her eyes to sell her something shady.
He brings his cup to his lips, taking a sip. It's still hot, stings a bit against his lips and the tip of his tongue, but not enough to stop him from taking an assessing gulp. And after a few seconds, he tilts the cup to look at the brightly colored designs on it with a soft hum. ) Ain't bad. Better than that stuff you get in packets.
( Which is to say... that's the only hot chocolate he's ever had. But the more important thing for the moment is:) There something you wanted to check out?
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market mingle!!
For now, though, Daryl's more focused on making sure she's at least enjoying herself as they walk through the market. It's nice in its own way - especially with the scent of different foods and drinks in the air. Much better than the rot of the dead back home, that's for damn sure.
After a few minutes of walking, he disappears for a moment, long enough to grab a pair hot chocolates before wandering back. He offers out one cup as he makes his way back to her side, already lifting his own towards his lips to breathe in the steam coming off of it. ) Put some extra marshmallows in yours. ( A little extra flavor, he hopes. )
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Oh. Thank you. You could have told me where you were disappearing off to. [ She takes one, warms her hands with it with a smile. ]
I didn't know I looked like someone who needs extra marshmallows.
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( Daryl lifts his cup, motions in the direction of the stall where she'd been accosted by the vendor. There's a soft edge of amusement to his tone, one brow quirking behind messy bangs. He could have stepped in, dragged her away, but it had been harmless enough. Not like anyone was trying to pull the wool over her eyes to sell her something shady.
He brings his cup to his lips, taking a sip. It's still hot, stings a bit against his lips and the tip of his tongue, but not enough to stop him from taking an assessing gulp. And after a few seconds, he tilts the cup to look at the brightly colored designs on it with a soft hum. ) Ain't bad. Better than that stuff you get in packets.
( Which is to say... that's the only hot chocolate he's ever had. But the more important thing for the moment is:) There something you wanted to check out?
( He's out of his element, here. )