Mewt

Mewt couldn't see terribly well in front of him as he brought the steaming mug to his lips and began to take a sip. Woe to the woefully inattentive. A body slammed Mewt, and hot steaming cocoa splashed across the man's face and clothes. Painful, but there was something a little bit more pressing to deal with, the fact that he was being tackled to the ground. Mewt gripped the tin mug and raised it, about to club his attacker over the head with it until he remembered he was in a safe zone. He couldn't be hurt here.

A voice shook the man out of his daze, his arm still raised with mug in hand. "Oh, uh, yeah. Cocoa. Everywhere," Mewt mumbled still trying to get ahold of himself. "Mewt," the man introduced himself, staring at the red-haired woman, head cocked to the side ever so slightly, like an animal examining something it didn't quite understand. "Are you okay?" Mewt asked, the question not reaching the words, even as Mewt finally found himself back in his body.

@Ceres

Mewt listened attentively as Lethia mentioned letting him in on a secret. Oh goody, Mewt loved secrets! She can....eat a hamburger...while riding a horse. Or walking? And just because he can't figure it out, it doesn't mean other can't...
"HEY!" Mewt shouted. "That's rude, Leth," the white-haired man complained, crossing his arms as he did so. He knew she was just teasing him. But still, that was rather rude. But the worst was yet to come.
"How do you not like horseradish, Leth. I don't this it's me who has the problem. It's you." Well, this conversation could go on forever. Likely, it would, if there wasn't a more pressing matter to deal with. The growling sound currently coming from Mewt's stomach. "Leth," the man began to ask, "What are we gonna do for Col by the way? We haven't had a job in ages, and I'm hungry. My stomach is trying to eat me."

@Lethia

"Aww, c'mon Leth," Mewt complained as they walked through the city streets. The pair were debating an age old question: hot dogs or hamburgers? "You can't eat hamburgers while you walk around. Hot dogs though. Those you could eat riding a horse." Despite Mewt's best efforts, he never could get Leth to come around to the correct side. Hot dogs were clearly superior than hamburgers. "Besides, have you ever had horseradish on a burger? No. Well...maybe actually. Still, horseradish belongs on hot dogs."

How long had this curious pair been partners? If you asked Mewt, he'd say roughly one years and seven months. Reality? It was closer to a year and two months, but who was counting. Certainly not Mewt. And even if he was, he was always right. They made a good team though. And that was the more important fact. That and the fact that their interests aligned rather closely. Oh yes, they made for quite the terrifying pair when they were working. Scare enough to scare some ghosts or holiday spirits.

@Lethia

Oh would you look at this! So many people, walking around enjoying the festivities with their friends. How nice. So safe and secure in the fact that they were in a safezone, and tomorrow they'd go back out into the big bad world to fight for their lives. Mewt spat on the ground as he leaned his back against a wall, watching people go back and forth. That was probably the third time that pot-bellied idiot had gotten hot cocoa. Hadn't he had enough by now? Mewt sneered in disgust as he watched the fat man waddle back to his low-level friends sitting on a bench. The world had no need for men like that. If it were up to Mewt, they wouldn't exist at all. Luckily for them, it wasn't up to Mewt. At least, right now it wasn't. Maybe another day though. In the meantime though. "Thanks." Mewt picked up a steaming mug of hot cocoa and took a sip. Dark chocolate. Perfect.