an awkward smile , crimson lips . she reaches over , carefully wiping the chocolate from vik’s cheek . “ oops ,” she laughs .

“ whisking the batter is harder than it seems .”
her immense concentration falters, momentarily, as a splash of warm chocolate catches her cheek. the ice cream sundae bars she's making are put on pause.

❛ you're making a mess, my witch... ❜

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