chocolate caliente

gloriouswearevictorious:

rapidisimos:

gloriouswearevictorious:

rapidisimos:

gloriouswearevictorious:

rapidisimos:

Menos nodded vigorously to indicate his answer. Under normal circumstances he would have gladly told her what had happened, just to humiliate Más more, but this Yiddish problem was preventing that from happening, and was seriously getting old. 

Interrupting the awkward silence was Más, dressed in his birthday suit instead of the strawberry suit. He sprinted to one of the clothing racks, frantically searching for something. Menos immediately caught on; his brother probably took off the strawberry costume and then realized that he had no clothes to change into.

Menos couldn’t do it. His hands covered his mouth but did nothing to stop the giggles from passing through. The source of the sound, caused Más to jerk his head to look at Starfire… He let out a tiny squeak of horror - which made Menos laugh harder - but Más could not budge from his awkward position.

Starfire looked over to find the source of the squeak. Is someone in peril? She thought before locating the source of the squeak. Upon locating Más, the Tamaranean’s cheeks burned red, and her eyes widened in embarrassment. She quickly turned her head towards the exit of the store, trying to find a safe place to leave her focus.

Cheeks still as red as her ginger hair, Starfire directed her eyes to the floor. “Per- um- Perhaps, I-uh-” She stammered, her eyes still fixed on a specific speck on the third tile away from her on the store’s floor. “Sh-should take my leave. Y-yes, I believe now, I shall take my leave.” She said, as she placed one of her hands next to her eyes closest to Más in order to limit her eye sight range and started towards the exit of the store.

Espere un momento, Menos wanted to communicate, but all that came out of his mouth was a “Tsuvartn!” 

Más snapped out of his trance, grabbed some random clothes from the rack, and ran back into the changing room. The situation probably - actually, definitely would have been better if he had just stayed in the strawberry.

—¡Espere, Starfire, puedo explicar!— he yelled as he threw on a shirt and pants as quickly as he could, hoping to explain everything to her before she would never talk to them again.

Starfire quickly searched for another store to go to. Perhaps, another store would clear her mind of what she had just witnessed. After hearing the the shouts of the two boys behind her, she turned to face the store.

“There is no need to worry! I believe that I will be quite all right with out an explanation.” Starfire said, cheeks still burning. Perhaps she could find a gift for her friends elsewhere.

Más’s shirt was on backwards, but as he ran out of the cubicle and back into the store he decided that it didn’t matter. 

—Starfire lo siento,— he gasped, his running coming to a halt in front of her. He waved his arms frantically to emphasize his point. —¡Fue un anon!— 

Menos nodded again to show his agreement. Both of them looked at her, waiting for her response, hoping that she wasn’t too angry. 

The princess stopped and gave a bit of an confused expression as the two boys stopped in front of her. “It was an anon?” Starfire asked as she tilted her head in even more confusion. “An anon made you eliminate your clothing?” She blinked. Anons are getting weirder and weirder as the days go on.

—Ah…— That wasn’t exactly it, of course, but trying to explain the lack of clothing would only confuse poor Starfire even more. 

—También nos cuerpos… tienen diecisiete años, y Menos habla en Yiddish, sino en español.—

(“Also, um, our bodies are seventeen years old, and Menos is speaking Yiddish instead of Spanish.”)