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full attention falling heavily onto the Consul’s shoulders. His glare was critical, wary, like sharp ice piercing through the other. He couldn’t make sense of this. Could it really be a coincidence at this point when they constantly cross paths or was it something more?

“What’s someone like you doing signing up for things like this? Thought you prissy fools would be above these sort of things?” His attention would finally leave Chiffon as he’d turn around to face his date, cyan eyes locking onto Clotted’s for, the commander’s-

[Open Starter] He is messing with the shackles on his wrist in an attempt to get them off but it is proving to be difficult with the selective vision of this mask he is forced to wear. Crumbs, how was he ever meant to make it out of there..?

[Open Starter] He had, SOMEHOW, managed to break himself out of that cage and was now attempting to sneak out of the castle undetected. Turns out all of Vanilla Sugar’s paranoia over him being prepared for any circumstances was actually finally paying off.

Reminding him of that fragile moment of weakness. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He hated it. He loved it. It scared him. THRILLED him… something complicated and feral that he couldn’t quite understand. “You aren’t leaving. Sit. Down.”

Memories of him laid in his arms that night, so soft, so at peace flashed through his mind. A persistent memory that continues to haunt him each time he lays in bed. He was his date. What bitter irony it was to throw such a memory back into his face. A cruel one.

He knew the other was there without ever even having to turn to them, heard him from that first breath alone. His scent, his presence. So familiar with a distinct sweetness that shouldn’t even be there given his tasteless ingredient and yet it was. The Consul.

“Abandoning your date without a word? What? Your daddy never taught you some manners?” A taunt, a rather cruel one but a taunt nonetheless, would pierce the silence. He had noticed him, of course he had. Velvet was not the head commander for no reason.

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Vulnerability was a death wish in war and there was nothing more vulnerable than love. Being on a date! …but he can’t back out now so with a huff, he’d pick a spot on the picnic blanket and sit down.

Of all cookies to pair him with… this was really their best pick? For him? Being on a blind date with the enemy. This had to be some sort of new low… A low growl would emit from Velvet’s chest. Was he seriously about to do this? Be all mushy with the enemy?

Setting the Consul aside. Besides that, Velvet seemed to ignore Clotted, stepping over to the Cakehound and kneeling down to check it for injuries, ruffling their fur a lil.

“Mud cake. Careful now.” A commanding yet gentle voice would cut through the air from behind Clotted. A… very familiar voice. Just as a equally familiar monster claw grips him around his waist, hoisting him up with ease as if he weighed nothing before then-

Happy Carnaval Brasil!! #redvelvetcookie must have had a lot of fun! (Choco Ball Cookie too!) #Carnaval2026 #cookierun

want me to kill them for you?? (flirting)

Quit apologizing and start WORKING to IMPROVE!

Get your shit together, soldier!