In order to take an incognito vacation, the princes of the Land of Chocolate have arrived at a certain island.
They are accompanied by high-pitched cries of joy as they walk down the white sandy beach…-.
Rica: “Huh, this is a nice beach.”
Colorer: “It is. I really should have brought along Souffle.”
Creto: “Hey aren’t we like, drawing a lot of attention right now? Mainly Rica!”
Rica: “…really? I hadn’t realized.”
Rica inadvertently lowers his sunglasses, and the impassioned gazes of the women instantly locked onto him.
Seeing that, Creto’s large eyes filed with envy.
Creto: “Rica really is super cool. Alright, my turn…!”
Colorer: “Creto, what are you doing? You’re suddenly languidly combing your hair back… isn’t that gesture kind of like what Rica does?”
Creto: “Alright! I was just trying to harness Rica’s sense.”
Rica: “Huh? Sense… what for?”
Creto: “If I copy your gestures, I bet I can become cool just like you Rica!”
Rica: “You’re way off track there…”
Creto: “Ah, that pose is good too!”
Rica’s brow had crinkled as if he was exasperated, and Creto triumphantly adopted the same pose.
Watching their back and forth, Colorer let out an amused chuckle.
Colroer: “Creto. Even if you act just like Rica, I don’t think you can become a cool adult.”
Creto: “Eh? W-why!?”
Colorer: “Hmm, I don’t really know how to say this but…”
Rica: “For starters, you shouldn’t get in the habit of copying other people. Like their style.”
As Colorer was troubled, searching for the right words, Rica sighed and threw him a lifeline.
Colorer: “That’s it. You have your own merits Creto. You shouldn’t push yourself to become something you aren’t.”
Creto: “My own merits…?”
Colorer: “Like how you’re very honest, or that you always work really hard.”
Creto: “Eeh!? But that means I’m pretty far away from being anything like Rica…”
Rica: “…I don’t know how to feel about that.”
Colorer: “Ah! Hey, it looks like they’re selling ice cream over there. Let’s go buy some.”
Colorer raised his voice, seemingly out of breath, then immediately headed for the ice cream shop.
Creto: “What, now!? Colorer really does do things at his own pace…”
Rica: “Well, that’s just who he is. Never boring.”
Rica ruffled up Creto’s hair and walked off.
Rica: “Let’s get going. Looks like that shop has chocolate ice cream. Let’s see how this island’s chocolate tastes.”
Creto: “Yeah…! Hehe, I am kinda hungry!”
At the word ‘chocolate,’ Creto’s eyes began to sparkle.
The princes’ footsteps were spirited alongside the roar of the waves.
END