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@✦ somnus it is just another day as she walks past the park to head to her class, not paying much attention on whatever's going around her until she feels something knocking against her leg that takes her back with a loud scream. "oh god, what-" she looks down only to see a person lying on the bench, his arm dangling on the side that seems to be the 'object' hitting her just now. but what is more surprising, is that the person is not reacting at all, even after she had screamed so loudly. "hello...?" she pokes at the shoulder, wondering if the person is still alive.

on a daily basis, helios was never ever late. if he partied the night prior and had class in the morning, he'd make sure to make it on time. but today? what was so different that made him rush in grabbing his clothes and walk out the door without even brushing his hair? it was that super adorable dog that he was dog sitting and its warm body that he cuddled all night, making fall asleep like there's no tomorrow. he still wasn't used to having him around, hence, his predicament. whatever the case may really be, he could've been just tired, he still ran out the door. he knew the park was shorter than the regular route so he ended up taking it, running at full speed. when he was about to turn a corner, he bumped into someone... hard. "hey, watch where you're going!" he spouted as he rubbed at his shoulder, clearly annoyed.

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@✧ phobetor her eyes shine when his concluding statement hits the core nice and sweet, how it contains their differences and the hidden similarity underneath. right, despite how different their tastes can be, it is all for the boost of energy to keep them up for the rest of the day. she nods in agreement while holding up her cup of coffee, extending to the mid point of their distance as a gesture to invite him for some cheers. "to the boost of energy and our differences...?" she ends the line in a rather hesitant tone as she suddenly doubts if it sounds logical, but shrugs it off anyway as she waits for him to respond.

"i can picture how hilarious it would be, like our disgusted faces when we drank the wrong thing," she shakes her head at how disastrous it would be, for one despises sweetness like a monster in the throat and the other simply wants all syrup and sugar in drinks. she tilts her head to the side at his words, the mischievous smile turns into a soft one before she hums along and takes a sip from her own cup, this time a bit more used to the strong flavor compared to her first sip. it is actually not that bad, given that if she sort of drank her way to becoming a syrup princess, then she could probably deal with decreasing her sugar intake till it is more...normal. "maybe you should give it a try, just a little bit sweeter than your usual taste. it is not too bad, plus the caffeine still works."

"uh uh, i haven't seen that but i don't doubt that there will be people who do so." she watches him as he dives into his second donut, the original flavor, before reaching out for a pink donut with colorful sprinkles. it looks like it would be as sweet as she wants anyway. "i see. well, paint and draw, a bit of everything." she nods as she speaks, although her classes so far have only touched a bit on the practical drawing part, many others are pretty much theoretical on how lines and shapes can affect visuals. and she doesn't really find that the most interesting part of the course.

@✧ artemis it's quite intriguing and fascinating at the same time, how they very much seem to be polar opposites in tastes, yet they share the exact same purpose. sugar and caffeine, they're two different things, but it gives them that needed spurt of energy. "your needs for sugar is the equivalent of me, needing caffeine. so i understand," he firmly nods once as he picks up his sweetened coffee, examining it around as if it had changed colour or turned into something that is so seemingly foreign - when the only thing that's a bit different, is the taste.

"it'd be even funnier if we were to grab the wrong cups. you accidentally taking mine while i took yours," he snickers at the thought of it, knowing well that it'd be a hell of a disaster for them and their taste buds. he raises a brow upon seeing the smug look on her face, her words sounding like sheer mockery - it feels as if he's challenged. no, he doesn't need her to buy him a new cup of coffee. he's certain that he's able to finish it anyway... hopefully. "i'm sure it won't be that sweet. it takes a whole lot of sugar or syrup to make it unbearable for my tastes," he confidently states while staring down at said beverage in hold with uncertainty, debating whether he should even give it a taste or not.

"of course it does, i mean- who'd put inedible stuff in their food anyway?" he places his bag atop of his lap and hugs it close to his chest, biting into his second donut - savouring how the once hardened layer of glaze melts instantly in his mouth. "yeah, pretty much those." ever since he was introduced to movies, his interest holds near to them and how they're made - hence the major he has picked in favour of learning more about the makings of films and videos alike. "oh, visual arts? so you paint then?"

@✧ phobetor her preference for sweeties could probably date from the first time she had candies, and the delicious fruit flavored ones especially. she remembered how she always grabbed a handful of those into her pocket and popped it into , the sweetness and fruity fragrance immediately became her favorite although it does make everything else she eats bland and dull. ever since then, it is almost like a habit when she orders her drinks with full sugar, it is just like a boost of her energy that can hold her up all day.

she gives a small hum before leaning her back to the trunk, her head slightly tilted to the side. "not gonna lie, i heard that a lot from my friends." which is sadly true, when her friends would make the face of disgust after trying her beverages. it eventually became a thing where her friends would never ask to have a taste of whatever she ordered just because it will be sweet as hell. "but to me, it is like my daily sugar dose that i need. my energy is nonexistent without a bit of this sugar rush." she gives him a nod of understanding and concludes their preferences rather easily - bitter and sweet. the exact opposites. "it would be funny if we ever order our drinks together, i can foresee you going for something with a strong flavor and mine will just be sugary heaven. and none of us can drink it if it is any lesser." a mischievous smirk plays on the corner of her lips as she stares at his face, with his reaction being so real and funny. "do you need me to buy you another cup of that? i can drink it for you if it is too sweet."

"i am just kidding- but hey, coconut flakes makes so much sense than dandruff itself." she bursts out of laughter at the god's protective action towards his bag, before popping the last piece into and wipes her finger on a piece of tissue provided alongside the donuts. "ooh- so things like filming and relating to cinema?" she hums before replying, "visual arts."

@✧ artemis it's not that he exactly likes the bitterness of his drinks, but he doesn't hate it either. it's like a confusing concoction of emotions and he doesn't really know how to express it. he's not addicted to the taste, rather he only buys the stuff regularly for his own energy boost - maybe too much to the point where he eventually /does/ get addicted (within a different cause), and his palate just adapts to the flavour like it's nothing. he pretty much likes the aromatic scents of it though.

phobetor hums a little in thought. "well, not if you get used to it. maybe i could put myself on the same page here about me not able to drink sweet beverages, but i just don't like how it kind of makes your throat uncomfortable- if you get me. ah, i can't seem to find the right term for it," he lifts his free hand to scratch at his brow with a finger. "i think... it could be relatable to the phrase sickeningly sweet? yeah, that- anyway, basically any and all types of sweet drinks for me is a no-no," he explains truthfully before snorting in amusement at the sudden deep comment. "i never said i wanted to add bitterness into my life, theoretically and literally- hey!" he watches in dread as his donut - and fingers - get forcefully dipped into the warm, dark pool of coffee, his eyes going wide like saucers. boy, the audacity. now he has to eat a soggy donut and drink coffee that's probably sweeter than he'd like. as much as he wants to throw a fit, he painfully accepts his fate without a word.

his brows are pinched together as he speaks his rebuke, "but it doesn't even look like snow or sugar powder." though, at the clearing of his suspicion and slight confusion, he snaps his fingers. "ah, coconut flakes! so that's what it is. and please don't, i don't want dand- i mean, coconut flakes in my bag." he pulls his bag towards his side protectively close, far from any possible ambushes of the dandruff-looking coconut shredding. he then picks a donut with an almost-translucent glazing, which he guesses is just plain sugar coating. "cinematography," he replies simply, "and yours?"

@✧ phobetor ah, she knew it. phobetor prefers his coffee bitter, the exact opposite of her own preferences. although she respects all preferences, she has to admit how different people - gods - can be, even born with the same features and organs. such as everyone is born with a tongue, but the way they taste things can vary by the very experience they have, something as small as coffee preferences to something as big as a whole menu or salty and sweet dishes.

"don't you think it is harder to drink bitter stuff?" she makes a face at the thought of recalling the taste of the latte, not necessarily that bad but definitely can be better. sweet food and drinks can always lift her spirit either she is not in the mood or being angry, or suffering from exhaustion. it is just like her boost of serotonin, pumping into the veins of her body with the magic of a hint of sweetness. "life is just as bitter, why would you want to add bitterness to it?" she gives a small shrug, eyes moving up to his before nodding at how he goes straight right into the point. exactly- how can one enjoy bitter drinks, but sweet food? "it would not make sense if you have them separately- unless you are eating it like this, coffee and donut. or-" she playfully pushes his hand with the donut so that it dips into the coffee, before blinking innocently at him. "like this." a playful glint shining in her eyes. "now your coffee is sweeter, you are welcome."

her jaw drops at his description of the donut. "dandruff? out of everything white and flaky, like snow, sugar powder...you have to choose dandruff." she clears before taking another bite of her donut, stuffing it to the side of her cheek before rebutting his statement of suspicion to her dessert. "it's coconut flakes! please don't mention that unholy d word again or i will put this in your bag." she raises the little piece remaining in her hand and hums when he finishes the chocolate one. "say, what's your major?"

@✧ artemis sweet beverages - phobetor silently takes mental note of that. if they choose to meet up again like this someday, then he might as well bring something the other would like, out of courtesy. although, he can't really fathom why one would like sweet drinks, as they somewhat cloy him on the tongue and throat. instead, he takes liking towards sugary foods more which... doesn't actually make sense, really.

he is not expecting for a new nickname to so casually roll off her tongue and it kind of catches him off-guard. no one exactly calls him other than 'pho', else they would regard him by his full name, but perhaps it's just a friendly gesture to make someone warm up to them. regardless, he doesn't mind at all. he gives a nod as her guessing took right. "i'd rather have my coffee bitter, they keep me going for the day. sweet drinks make me gag. don't you feel sick from drinking too much sweetness?" his face recoils slightly in disgust. his eyes then follow her gaze, which is on the chocolate treat between his finger and thumb - and he looks back up at her face, before returning to the donut again, and slowly shrugs his shoulders. "i just prefer sweet foods over sweet drinks. a bit weird, isn't it?"

"i bet yours will be just as good, but..." he squints at her donut and points to the white flakes on top. "what are those? and why do they look like dandruff?" he frowns at it suspiciously. they seem like white chocolate shredding at first, but the more he stares at it, it doesn't really look like chocolate at all. "that better be something edible. anyway yeah, i didn't know their food can be this good," he admits and munches down the rest of his donut, contemplating which one he should try next.

@✧ phobetor her curious gaze stays on the young god across her before the realization hits. it is quite true that they are not aware of each other's preferences in things when it has only been their first meeting. "well, i never say no to sweet beverages, including coffee and tea." she takes a sip again, brows squeezing towards the middle when the bitterness washes over her palette, but it only seems more acceptable when she takes a bite of her coconut donut (yes, the flaky one) that seems to have too much sugar added to it.

"and what would be your preference, tor?" the nickname rolls off her tongue rather naturally before she knows, but she doesn't feel awkward about it. from the way his coffee looks slightly darker than hers, she is guessing that he might like americano, or expresso, or the bitter tastes in general. "you seem to like it bitter, but then..." her eyes land on the donut in his hand, seems to have realized the contrast in their flavors.

"ooh salted caramel, that sounds good." she watches him eat with a light-hearted hum, a bit excited to see him enjoying the dessert - well it is always satisfying to watch someone eat so happily. "eat more, i have a whole 8 donuts over here, all in different flavors. asterbucks seems to know their stuff." she smiles, stuffing her face with donuts and coffee while looking around, the park seeming more serene than ever.

@✧ artemis in response, he sends artemis an understanding hum, no doubt admitting what she said was valid. it's never nice to judge a book by its cover and immediately hop to conclusions after; he understands that thoroughly. it would just make misunderstandings a whole lot more worse than it already is, and the last thing he ever wants is to face another god's wrath. even just by thinking about it makes him shudder.

seeing that artemis disapproves of the coffee he bought her makes him stay silent, if not for a moment longer. was it perhaps a bit too bitter? or too sweet? he lightly huffs. "in my defense, i don't know how you'd like your coffee," he counters, pausing a little as he brings his cup to his lips and takes a sip out of the rather bitter liquid. "you've got a preference, surely?" he questions as he places his coffee down, though it sounds more nonchalant, sort of like he's stating out the obvious - because of course one has their own predilections on things.

phobetor then nods his head, perhaps a little too eagerly - well, who wouldn't be happy to get treated to such delicious food? "it has salted caramel drizzle on it," he says (with a hand covering his mouth, mind you, he knows his manners) while having his mouth stuffed with almost half of the dessert already. he didn't know asterbucks' goods are /this/ tasty until now. perhaps he should actually try the food there for once and not just solely focus on the drinks.

@✧ phobetor luckily the meeting wasn't to just be a joke either, for she would have just brought all the donuts home and share it with apollo if phobetor really didn't turn up. although deep inside she did wish that he would still turn up so at least she could bribe him with donuts, and maybe clear up any potential misunderstandings between the two young gods.

her eyes glue on him while she takes a sip of the coffee that he had just bought for her, the warm liquid heating up her insides when the weather had forced out a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. she didn't mind, for that's how much she loves coffee, hot or cold — but it does taste a bit bitter for her liking (and she's always a sweet coffee lover, like, very sweet), just nice for the donuts though, because the glazings and sprinkles are definitely going to sweeten up that palette real quick.

"i didn't dare to assume things before you say it yourself," she shows a smile when he looks up at her, because there are people, or gods, who can be sensitive when it comes to jokes like that. artemis hasn't specifically met someone like so, but it is always good to be safe. "pfft. and i got free coffee from you, although it is not really...my taste." she gives off a small shrug, watching him take a bite of the chocolate donut on his hand before roaming her hand in midair as she picks up a white flaky donut, being curious enough to know what is being sprinkled on top of it when it doesn't look like chocolate sprinkles. "is it good?"

@✧ artemis if he had to be honest, he did feel a little bad for making her wait that long. he didn't forget a particular meeting, but alas, in the midst of his class he found himself facing a rather serious time crunch. he quickly went to the cafe after class to grab some coffee, only to arrive late and find the other half-asleep. perhaps she's tired. well, phobetor won't complain - the weather's too hot for his liking, and he gets that weathers like this could easily drain people out.

phobetor hesitantly opens the lid of the box - taking a teensy peek at its contents (one may never know when they might get tricked, he learned this from experience) and fully flips it open once he gets to see the hints of coloured glazings of the donuts inside. his eyes gleam in delight at the enticing sight of the round treats before him, and a chocolate one especially catches his eyes. he takes the chocolate-glazed donut out of the box with such delicacy, as if it's such a precious thing to get his hands on - but that's just because he's a huge fan of chocolates.

"you /do/ know i was joking, right?" he glances up at her with an expectant look, hoping that this clears everything up. he didn't mean what he said last night in the group chat anyway. "no hard feelings. and i did bring you coffee as a little peace treaty. anyway, you got scammed. free donuts for me," he perks up a little, triumphantly, then takes a bite out of the chocolaty treat.

@✧ phobetor despite the scorching weather, artemis leans her head by the trunk with her eyes slightly hooded — perhaps the reason why she is feeling sleepy with the posture and the aftermath of the history class. she doesn't even bother to check the time, so it could be way later than their supposed meeting up time, but it doesn't seem like a bad idea if she just falls asleep right here and have the donuts to herself, until...

she looks up at the shadow reaching out to her from the corner of her eye, sitting up before catching sight at the god of nightmares. nightmares, somehow it seems horrible to have such a title but at the same time it is so cool. she takes the coffee in hand, the fragrance of it immediately shaking her sleepy senses away.

"if this box of donuts can't make you forgive me, i can't do much either." she sets the coffee aside and opens up the box, placing it between them and shoving the opening side towards him. "you first."

@✧ artemis looking at his wristwatch, phobetor reads the time and realizes he's ten minutes late to their promised little meeting. normally he would begin lose his calm for turning up late to yet another rendezvous, he's aware of the bad habit that's slowly growing up on him but he loses track of time fairly easily these past few days - perhaps it's the way he gets distracted every now and then or the lack of sleep he's getting. he needs to cut off the excessive intake of caffeine, he supposes, but oh the irony of the situation he is in now - two cups of coffee in hand, one for the moon goddess he's supposed to meet, and the other one, his. his third cup of coffee for the day, yet it has just been around ten in the morning.

he wonders if artemis even drinks coffee. but even so, he's a little worried that she might dislike his coffee preferences (they're slightly on the stronger end), so he ordered her a latte with two pumps of syrup - something not too bitter yet not too sweet, just to play safe.

after a full whole minute of searching, phobetor finally spots her sitting by a tree, the box of donuts snug in her hands. he approaches her and, wordlessly, hands out her coffee, waiting for her to take it before he eventually sits down. "before you say anything, see it as a peace offering. maybe i'll forgive you, who knows."

@✧ phobetor light steps tap along the brick pavement as she makes her way to the asterbucks cafe after her morning class, relief clears out the previously suffocating feeling in her chest when she had been tick tocking midway of the arts history lecture that was just too dull for her good. now who says that you need to know all the history when you are majoring in visual arts? wouldn't a technical, practical class be much better than that? the thoughts fight in her head even when the class had ended, and all disappeared into thin air the moment she steps into the cafe.

ah, heaven.

the sweet smell of donuts immediately remind her the primary purpose as she glides along the showcasing area, eyes scanning across the vivid-colored glazing on the round desserts. there is no way a person would dislike dessert, even if they are gods. she playfully her lips and waves at one of the staff before placing her order, her finger pointing at each and every donut that she wants to try out. would phobetor like it though? she hums to herself, although the real thought is — she would eat it all if he doesn't!

once she arrives at the park, she looks around with the box of donuts in hand, but no sights of the young god except a few others who are passing by. she decides then to sit down under a tree as she waits for him.