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The day was warm, bordering on near hot as King made his way back to the school. A week ago, he'd seen the flyer that a shipment of chocolates from 'distant' lands was coming in, chocolate that had 'special properties'. Looking it up, it was apparently just some rare chocolates that only had the effect of being delicious. Nothing important otherwise. The bit in the ad about them being rare was true enough though, and Frost in the Storm was keen on trying to test his taste buds. He'd made his way down an hour before dawn, the gates of school just opening as he made his way to the location on the flyer.

A line, wrapped around the tiny cafe, he half worried he'd never get any. His fear was near justified as the boxes began leaving the building in near droves. By the time he could see in the window, just a few remained. The last box, he thanked the goddesses for his luck. Now on his way back, chocolates in hand, the wolfos was ready to see just why these chocolates in particular were so desired.

The wolfos was proud of himself. He's prevailed against the odds, and come out victorious. He had his chocolates where are those who'd left early in fears of them running out had been weaker. King was indeed, of the stronger sort. Or so he told himself. He'd admit, he felt a little bad to those who had missed the chocolates, but, he'd waited and paid for them. That was simply how things worked. He had had enough he'd share.

That too, he told himself.

His self bolstering thoughts were put to the test as a ghoul approached him about the chocolate he's (not really), fought for. "That I do." It was a simple answer, and he shuffled the candies into the crook of his arm. "Why do you ask?"

Frost looked at ghoul to box. She needed one? Why did she have a need? Were chocolates something her species- well actually, he was sure that somewhere there would be a chocolate monster. “Well miss um…” He in general didn’t simply reject women. Nor, did he refuse a polite inquiry. She also was a bit ernest. As he remained silent, she got more earnest, he shuffled back a bit. She.. really wanted them. And said said she would do anything? Ears went back at that. She looked like a demon of sorts, and Frost was not about to be making a deal with a demon.

“I suppose.. I could… part with one. No deals however. I have no desires for a mark or for favors. If anything, they were just a bit expensive so a few seeds to compensate… would be appreciated.” He was trying not to be rude, but also well. He had been the one to wait. It was not his fault if the ghoul had a weaker warrior’s spirit than he. He was the victorious one after all.