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CJ’s gaze shifted back to Nocturne, and an eyebrow arched just slightly at his comment. “Tradition?” she asked, her disbelief pliable as she glanced towards the artist, as if he might give away whether or not Nocturne was pulling her leg. As far as she could tell, the man appeared to be concentrating steadily on his work, which was probably a good thing, but she was also quite sure his lips were trying to twitch into a smile. CJ frowned at him, and then turned that frown back onto Nocturne. Her other eyebrow lifted, as he continued, and then they drew together. “Pie?” She glanced suspiciously at the artist when she was sure he snorted quietly, but his expression was once again smooth and full of concentration. Eyes narrowed suspiciously, CJ tilted her chin up, nose pointed upwards.

“You’re buying,” she said regally, flicking some of her pink hair over her shoulder and eyeing Nocturne as if he might disagree with her; as if she had any money to spare on buying pie herself, let alone for the both of them. She’d spent all her money that morning splurging on breakfast at McDonalds, not that Nocturne needed to know that, and certainly not the man inking his arm. Deciding if he was going to be a shit, she could play that game too, CJ’s lips twitched into a playful smirk. “And I want a hot chocolate. With marshmallows.” Even if it were the middle of summer, CJ was fairly sure she would enjoy drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows.