[Vincent couldn't say that he was particularly fond of sweet drinks. Nor was he inclined, in any usual circumstance, to he drawn to a stop by a stall. But what could be said? That was boba. This was clearly different. It was spooky boba.
From a visual standpoint, he couldn't help but stare at the pumpkin jellies that grinned ominously through the containers, the candy worms that coiled at the underneath of them, or (his favourite) the bat-shaped tapioca pearls that actually looked like they were fluttering around whenever the drink was shook.
Perhaps his staring had been a little too much. He's suddenly addressed by the stall operator- a man that appeared like a chimpanzee- and beckoned over. The man claps his hands in delight when Vincent obliged, commenting on Vincent's "spectacularly spooky costume" and saying that he simply must choose a drink.
A small amount of confusion followed that, of course. Having found his equipment some time ago, Vincent was in his usual gear- pointed brass, dark leather, and a billowing red cape. Spectacular, yes. But not a costume- a furrowing of his eyebrows is his only remark to the contrary.
Some silence follows. And finally, a pointed gauntlet raises- pointing out the drink with the bats.]
...That one.
[Seemed he didn't know it was a challenge. Are you going to tell him? Or let him drink up and suffer the consequences?]
Festival; Spooky Boba Challenge
From a visual standpoint, he couldn't help but stare at the pumpkin jellies that grinned ominously through the containers, the candy worms that coiled at the underneath of them, or (his favourite) the bat-shaped tapioca pearls that actually looked like they were fluttering around whenever the drink was shook.
Perhaps his staring had been a little too much. He's suddenly addressed by the stall operator- a man that appeared like a chimpanzee- and beckoned over. The man claps his hands in delight when Vincent obliged, commenting on Vincent's "spectacularly spooky costume" and saying that he simply must choose a drink.
A small amount of confusion followed that, of course. Having found his equipment some time ago, Vincent was in his usual gear- pointed brass, dark leather, and a billowing red cape. Spectacular, yes. But not a costume- a furrowing of his eyebrows is his only remark to the contrary.
Some silence follows. And finally, a pointed gauntlet raises- pointing out the drink with the bats.]
...That one.
[Seemed he didn't know it was a challenge. Are you going to tell him? Or let him drink up and suffer the consequences?]