The whistling of the tea kettle caught the Succubus's attention. She got up from her love chair into the kitchen and turned off the heat. She grabbed a coffee mug and delicately emptied the contents of the kettle into it, letting the steam rise up into her face. Her face was adamant; hopefully a cup of tea would help perk her up a bit. The demonoid grabbed a tea bag from a collection she had in a bowl placed on the counter.
"What am I feeling right now? Lemon mint? No, too sweet. Chai Spice? No no, nothing with that much of a 'kick.'" She sorted through an assortment of paper bags before settling on one, Earl Grey. "There we go." She smiled softly, placing the bag in her mug of hot water. Returning to her chair, she glanced out of her window. Snow was falling like pieces of cotton drifting along in the breeze, the snow a soft combination of red and purple and blue. She could make out a car driving by in the snowfall, a couple sat in their station wagon smiling.
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