pumpkin spice yogurt covered pretzels —— what an odd combination. the way this culture embraced the season was almost like a plague. a small treat bag was given to him just for walking in front of a bank hosting some sort of festival. even though he appreciated their generosity towards him, he wasn’t confident about this experience. untying the orange ribbon, he opens the plastic bag just to try one of these .. . treats. the moment those flavors hit his palette in a slow crunch, it’s mildly overwhelming — judging by the cough he gives after forcing himself to swallow.
clearing his throat, he debates whether or not to throw them away. but .. .best not to waste & maybe someone else could appreciate them for what they were. such as this fellow nearby.
” ———- care for one?“ or .. . all of them.
hands deep in his pockets, leo ambled about the streets, enjoying the chilling weather and subtly absorbing the life that still ebbed from the leaves that tumbled down. as much as he loved autumn, it only meant the imminent dormancy of his beloved plant energy had begun. he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
when the man in the sharp-looking trench coat called his attention, he turned his gaze to his ocean eyes, odd expression, then down at the bag of pretzels. he’d had pretzels before, sure, but they were small, brown and covered in salt. these were– "what are they covered in?” he asked, even as he reached for one. it was more him being polite than acute curiosity for the odd treat, though he could not deny that was part of it. pretzels were a guilty pleasure of his.
