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winterfrosting) wrote2024-03-24 07:53 pm
winterfrosting) wrote2024-03-24 07:53 pm
Dark Cacao's Inbox
DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!
[He makes an agreeable noise- it is so weird!!! but making words is getting difficult for his slowed down brain. So he watches the creature loaf up... and carefully adjusts himself for comfort so not to jostle it and kinda starts dozing there]
[ Quietly Pure Vanilla moves to procure a soft thick blanket, carefully setting it beside the man. But before he just burritos him and leaves him to bake, he will.... try to figure out a way to get him undressed enough to be comfortable, without disturbing him.
What... hm. How... like this?
Armor confuses him, he's never had to wear it, and while he's de-armored his friends before, that was ICING. This is... there's hooks and straps and. He manages to get a gauntlet off and looks so proud his tail wiggles in excitement. ]
What... hm. How... like this?
Armor confuses him, he's never had to wear it, and while he's de-armored his friends before, that was ICING. This is... there's hooks and straps and. He manages to get a gauntlet off and looks so proud his tail wiggles in excitement. ]
Hrmmm...
[ He carefully moves the bunny to the crook of the now unarmored arm and start fumbling with the other one half asleep. Auto pilot]
[ He carefully moves the bunny to the crook of the now unarmored arm and start fumbling with the other one half asleep. Auto pilot]
[ That makes him smile and between Dark Cacao's sleepy autopilot and his own attempts, he finally gets the heavy armor off and off to the side. Then he wraps Dark Cacao up into the blanket, tucking it around him securely until he's a toasty bean.
Then gives in to the urge to lay a little kiss on his forehead. Platonic and friendly (for now).]
Sleep, my friend.
Then gives in to the urge to lay a little kiss on his forehead. Platonic and friendly (for now).]
Sleep, my friend.
Hmmm... good night, Pure Vanilla.
[He whispers, not arguing for once with being dotted on]
[He whispers, not arguing for once with being dotted on]
[ Coming home with the items he purchased from Ydaliar - the food things going into the ice box for now - he stands and ponders the direction of Clotted Creams room, the basket of bathing items being sat down. He has not seen Clotted Cream for some time, and while he originally thought the other was off exploring - especially knowing how time works - but he's beginning to think otherwise. ]
Dark Cacao Cookie, are you here?
[ He separates one bath set from the other, frowning down at it. The other was to be gifted to Clotted Cream but... ]
Dark Cacao Cookie, are you here?
[ He separates one bath set from the other, frowning down at it. The other was to be gifted to Clotted Cream but... ]
I am.
[He walks out from the other side of the house- he was taking a break from being out and about. The village is small so it's not nearly as much work as he would like]
[He walks out from the other side of the house- he was taking a break from being out and about. The village is small so it's not nearly as much work as he would like]
[ Don't worry, Dark Cacao might get more of a work out later, if Pure Vanilla's thoughts on Clotted Cream are right and he goes tromping into the forest. Until then, he smiles to his friend and lifts the bundle. ]
I know there is the bathing house, but the house does have it's own bathing room, so I figured it would be wise to get our own stock.
[ He sets the bundle into Dark Cacao's hands, tail wiggling a little. ]
And I will return to looking for medallions after a bit, so as to get us some extra pairs of clothing.
[ Gentlest "my friend, your armor needs to be hosed down" ever. ]
I know there is the bathing house, but the house does have it's own bathing room, so I figured it would be wise to get our own stock.
[ He sets the bundle into Dark Cacao's hands, tail wiggling a little. ]
And I will return to looking for medallions after a bit, so as to get us some extra pairs of clothing.
[ Gentlest "my friend, your armor needs to be hosed down" ever. ]
Hmm.
[he looks at the supplies, nodding. He doesn't take it as an insult]
These bodies are made to create smells it seems. That is wise.
[He's so sore....]
[he looks at the supplies, nodding. He doesn't take it as an insult]
These bodies are made to create smells it seems. That is wise.
[He's so sore....]
Edited 2024-04-01 05:33 (UTC)
Honestly!
[ Around Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla can be more relaxed and mostly just... himself. So more playful banter and more just pure puzzlement at human bodies. ]
I am grateful we still seem to exude scent that is relatively based on what we are [ the richer scent of cacao, the fainter scent of vanilla ] but to sweat to remain cool! It's...
[ Can't bring himself to say disgusting - that's rude - but he gently sticks his tongue out a little, before smiling to Dark Cacao. ]
Refills are free at the General Store, should we run out.
[ And now mischief lights in Pure Vanilla's smile, his ears flicking lightly as his tail wiggles again. ]
And now, I say this with tenderness, my dear friend. But please go bath.
[ Around Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla can be more relaxed and mostly just... himself. So more playful banter and more just pure puzzlement at human bodies. ]
I am grateful we still seem to exude scent that is relatively based on what we are [ the richer scent of cacao, the fainter scent of vanilla ] but to sweat to remain cool! It's...
[ Can't bring himself to say disgusting - that's rude - but he gently sticks his tongue out a little, before smiling to Dark Cacao. ]
Refills are free at the General Store, should we run out.
[ And now mischief lights in Pure Vanilla's smile, his ears flicking lightly as his tail wiggles again. ]
And now, I say this with tenderness, my dear friend. But please go bath.
[He scowls, but there's no heat to it]
You understand why I am not exactly eager to sit in water, yes?
[He gathers up the items. He's gonna DO it, but he's gonna bitch]
You understand why I am not exactly eager to sit in water, yes?
[He gathers up the items. He's gonna DO it, but he's gonna bitch]
[ That makes him laugh, and he gives his friends wrist a squeeze. ]
I promise, my friend, if the evil waters begins to overwhelm you, I will be here to save you.
[ Frankly the water here is even less offensive than back home, it doesn't sparkle after all. ]
Armor off before you trek it in there too. Under armor as well.
[ And he playfully turns his Staff away to give Dark Cacao privacy. ]
I promise, my friend, if the evil waters begins to overwhelm you, I will be here to save you.
[ Frankly the water here is even less offensive than back home, it doesn't sparkle after all. ]
Armor off before you trek it in there too. Under armor as well.
[ And he playfully turns his Staff away to give Dark Cacao privacy. ]
[he grumbles but does as asked: it's not like Vanilla hasn't seen his bare dough before when they traveled together- but never in this new awkward body. He's not body shy though. His dough and it's nicks are a badge of honor, after all]
If I drown or crumble they will know exactly who to blame.
If I drown or crumble they will know exactly who to blame.
I will take my inevitable lynching with thorough and proper shame, then.
[ He says it solemnly, but his tail just wont stop going in random little patterns, and his smile is bright as ever. With far more strength than his tiny body should allow, he takes those armor and under armor pieces - whew, Witches.... - and promptly marches outside with them. He's thieving them.
It won't be hard to understand why because while Dark Cacao bathes, Pure Vanilla is going to attack those articles of clothing with the shampoo left over that he borrowed from the bath house. Shampoo and water, and Minotaur strength to scrub the sin out of them.
Complete with determined aggressive little baa!'s ]
[ He says it solemnly, but his tail just wont stop going in random little patterns, and his smile is bright as ever. With far more strength than his tiny body should allow, he takes those armor and under armor pieces - whew, Witches.... - and promptly marches outside with them. He's thieving them.
It won't be hard to understand why because while Dark Cacao bathes, Pure Vanilla is going to attack those articles of clothing with the shampoo left over that he borrowed from the bath house. Shampoo and water, and Minotaur strength to scrub the sin out of them.
Complete with determined aggressive little baa!'s ]
[Bless Vanilla, because they are pretty rank. The weather here is much warmer than the Ridge after all and his friend refuses to be idle ever.
Cacao makes sure to bathe for awhile since he knows his friend will just chase him back in if he isn't through]
Cacao makes sure to bathe for awhile since he knows his friend will just chase him back in if he isn't through]
[ They are horrible. It will take some time soaking, scrubbing, and rinsing each piece to get them smelling less like ground in bitter cacao, dirt, and that strange humanized scent of sweat... and more floral. Sorry, the bath house was very strong on the floral scents.
Eventually he moves everything back inside to set it up by the fireplace, lighting a fire to let the heat dry the under armor... then stripping his outer cape off to hang it up so it can dry as well, sitting himself near enough to let his robes dry out.
Because unlike Dark Cacao, he is quite body shy and can't strip them off to save his own life here. He's soggy from cleaning, and is doing his best not to get water back onto the armor as he dries it off too. ]
Eventually he moves everything back inside to set it up by the fireplace, lighting a fire to let the heat dry the under armor... then stripping his outer cape off to hang it up so it can dry as well, sitting himself near enough to let his robes dry out.
Because unlike Dark Cacao, he is quite body shy and can't strip them off to save his own life here. He's soggy from cleaning, and is doing his best not to get water back onto the armor as he dries it off too. ]
[Oh are we talking body image cuz man here comes Cacao in a towel, using another to try and dry his hair which is frizzing really badly. He misses icing!!!]
... you are quite the mess.
[Did you lose a fight with a hose, Vanilla???]
... you are quite the mess.
[Did you lose a fight with a hose, Vanilla???]
[ There's actually a three-take that happens here. The double-take at Dark Cacao in just the towel - and Pure Vanilla is trying very hard not to stare but his Staff is doing a very bad job at hiding it and Pure Vanilla finds skin is far easier at showing the rush of blood than dough is to jam cause he can feel his cheeks heat up - and then the third-take at the hair that is slowly becoming a rats nest. ]
Ah, I could say the same for yourself! Stop, my friend, you're killing it!
[ He makes an affronted noise and gets up to quickly disappear into his own bedroom, then come back with a comb. He gestures with a finger towards the couch. ]
Sit!
Ah, I could say the same for yourself! Stop, my friend, you're killing it!
[ He makes an affronted noise and gets up to quickly disappear into his own bedroom, then come back with a comb. He gestures with a finger towards the couch. ]
Sit!
Hmm?
[Even Cacao can't NOT notice the reaction, but before he can ponder it he's being told to sit. Which he does.]
Perhaps I should cut it short.
[Even Cacao can't NOT notice the reaction, but before he can ponder it he's being told to sit. Which he does.]
Perhaps I should cut it short.
[ You noticed nothing, Dark Cacao Cookie. And please forgive how Pure Vanilla may smell cause damp wool probably isn't the best, but he's at least cleaner than Cacao right now. So he will force him to turn to his side, so he can stand behind him enough to begin to gently comb his hair. Work those snarls out with a soft careful touch. ]
You absolutely will not do such a thing. There is... ah, a lot yes, but it is not too hard to take care of! It is not so easily grown back, either, unlike our icing which we can simply restyle longer if desired.
You absolutely will not do such a thing. There is... ah, a lot yes, but it is not too hard to take care of! It is not so easily grown back, either, unlike our icing which we can simply restyle longer if desired.
Hm. Inconvenient.
[he touches a lock]
Then perhaps putting it up again would be a good counter. I do not need to wear my crown constantly here...
[he touches a lock]
Then perhaps putting it up again would be a good counter. I do not need to wear my crown constantly here...
.... I have not seen you in such a look in years.
[ The smile on his face is evident in his voice, as he gently combs Dark Cacao's hair, slowly defrizzling the damage the other had done. ]
I will admit, it was a good look on you, my friend. And I do not doubt it will be far easier to manage here.
[ Every little section that he manages to get back to smooth will get gently placed over Dark Cacao's shoulder. A brush might be used after but the comb is doing a good enough job. ]
[ The smile on his face is evident in his voice, as he gently combs Dark Cacao's hair, slowly defrizzling the damage the other had done. ]
I will admit, it was a good look on you, my friend. And I do not doubt it will be far easier to manage here.
[ Every little section that he manages to get back to smooth will get gently placed over Dark Cacao's shoulder. A brush might be used after but the comb is doing a good enough job. ]
It was the most practical back then. Though I have more of it now then I ever did when we were young.
[his lips quirk in a almost-smile, nostalgic]
[his lips quirk in a almost-smile, nostalgic]
By some bit. I could never understand the desire to have so much weight on ones head.
[ The crown was heavy enough, when he had it.
But... he will admit to himself that now that Cacaos hair is clean, and smelling fresh and sweet... it's almost silken to the touch. And it's rather nice to stand there and comb it out.]
[ The crown was heavy enough, when he had it.
But... he will admit to himself that now that Cacaos hair is clean, and smelling fresh and sweet... it's almost silken to the touch. And it's rather nice to stand there and comb it out.]
[... and Cacao makes no move to stop him from playing with it]
I suppose I never thought much about it.
[Bullshit, he takes too much care of his long icing for it to be something he doesn't do on purpose. Looks like someone doesn't wanna admit to any vanity]
I suppose I never thought much about it.
[Bullshit, he takes too much care of his long icing for it to be something he doesn't do on purpose. Looks like someone doesn't wanna admit to any vanity]
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