[Most people would have been delighted by the surprise gift; the chance to meet a potential new friend. Most people would have accepted the basket of chocolates with a smile, pleased that a total stranger had shown them such a kindness.
Unfortunately Dito is a suspicious and cynical little shit, and not one to take a random gift at face value.
Leaving the basket of chocolates on his kitchen table, Dito heads out the door in the direction of this Sophie's house, the taste of the caramel chocolate still lingering in his mouth. He couldn't say why he'd decided to indulge just this once-- after all, he didn't even like sweets all that much. But there was something about the way the milk chocolate glistened in the light that he just couldn't resist.
Whatever. Back to the task at hand.
Dito spies the house with blue shutters that the letter had described, and with large purposeful strides, marches up to the door and pounds on it with his fist. Something is rotten here, and damn if he's not going to figure out what it is.]
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Unfortunately Dito is a suspicious and cynical little shit, and not one to take a random gift at face value.
Leaving the basket of chocolates on his kitchen table, Dito heads out the door in the direction of this Sophie's house, the taste of the caramel chocolate still lingering in his mouth. He couldn't say why he'd decided to indulge just this once-- after all, he didn't even like sweets all that much. But there was something about the way the milk chocolate glistened in the light that he just couldn't resist.
Whatever. Back to the task at hand.
Dito spies the house with blue shutters that the letter had described, and with large purposeful strides, marches up to the door and pounds on it with his fist. Something is rotten here, and damn if he's not going to figure out what it is.]