Greetings, everyone. My name is Clotted Cream Cookie, elected Consul of the Créme Republic. I have received word of this app gaining fame in the republic, and as the consul, I've decided to join to catch up on the latest news. I hope we can all get along, from here on out.

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nostalgia trip, glancing at his hand. "It's not much, I'll be alright." He showed the little cut on it, looking around. It's.. a bit difficult to think someone from around the Vanilla Kingdom would move to somewhere so.. barren. Though he can't judge anyone in their needs of

"The Vanilla Kingdom? I see! Such a lovely place, isn't it? The garden was a sight to behold, especially." The mere mention of it brought him back to his expedition there. The warm raisin citizens, homey feeling the whole place has, the breathtaking garden. He snaps out of his

Letting out an awkward chuckle before going back. "So... blind date, huh?" Well it's certainly a blind date, one that makes the Consul wish he's actually blind.

He takes a deep breath before walking back to his.... date. Sitting beside him on the picnic mat, configuring his cravat for the 6th time. There was.. a bit of silence, there for some time ".. My apologies, I.. simply have to prepare myself a little bit more." He said jokingly.

Though, rather than haunting, it returns to him like a speeding bus that would fracture atleast 20 of his bones. As much as he wants to convince that he wasn't himself at the time, there was.. longing, even after he'd come to. The blanket he last wore still smells of velvet cake.

He jolts at the Commander's words before letting out a defeated sigh. It's foolish hope to think they'd be able to leave quietly, his ears are practically more receptive than his own cakehounds. He stayed still for a moment, the memories from that night flowing back to him.

i want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. there has to be a way. to care for the wounds without reopening them. to name the pain without inviting it back into me.

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"What about yourself? Where do you hail from, before here?"

"Well, unless you knew of anyone who could do teleportation magic, perhaps I'll look for one myself. I'm quite capable of defending myself, contrary to popular belief." He smiles, dusting off the salt particles off his hand. Her previous statement gave some intrigued, she's new?

..... Wait I'm supposed to be the one couching you in this relationship.

, I believe." He'd swipe his hand on a rock salt, it stings a little. Perhaps there's a cut there. "Not a place this salty, I suppose..."

"The Fairy Kingdom?" He heard that alright, though he's only known the place from fairytale books, one that his father claims were written by "lunatics". "I don't believe there's any reason that I would be brought here... I've had many foes holding grudges, but... Not from here

yes, us barely talking kills me but I'm not gonna beg you to talk to me

I'm literally ClottedSapphire #1 fan dude you know I HAD to draw this Based on roleplay with @goldencreams - 🩷

would be disappointed. But it certainly would be more of a disgrace to not even acknowledge his mistake of bumping into the pup. Such a perfect opportunity to move along... All because of a PUP!? The Consul's eye twitched slightly, but he kept a neutral expression nonetheless.

Consul!!! You need to MOVE. NOW. ". . . . . Greetings." . . . . . Why would he do that. Why in the EVER LOVING DIVINE LIGHT would he do that. Why would he GREET him. "..... My apologies, I..." DON'T APOLOGIZE TO HIM????? ARE THEY AN IDIOT????? How disorderly, father

in your subconscious. Yes, retreating would be smart. He seems to be ignoring him anyways, too busy with the cakehound. Mud Cake, how cute, makes sense since the other seems so adventurous.. Nostalgic. Wait, no, this is not the time to be thinking about that! Move your feet,