Dark Cacao's Inbox

[winterfrosting]

DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!

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[winterfrosting]

[Frown. Brow furrow]

...infants should not be working stalls.

[purevanillacookie]

... I am not entirely sure they are infants.

[ Yet his tone is thoughtful in that way that says he doesn't know enough about this particular subject. It most certainly looks like a baby, after all. Tiny. Not helpless, per say, but innocent. Even if it told him to shut the lid, it was sleeping. ]

[winterfrosting]

Human reproduction is confusing.

[hrmpth. look it's covered in 'hair', it's clearly the same]

[purevanillacookie]

Truly. I do not understand how it is so divorced from oneself. Is there no love in the process?

[ Ugh this scene is far too cute. Just what was in that brownie. Eventually the Strawbaby decides it's nap time and simply turns into a small loaf and closes its eyes.

PV's heart is doing some silly things. ]

[winterfrosting]

[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]

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

[winterfrosting]

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]

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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.

[winterfrosting]

Hmmm... good night, Pure Vanilla.

[He whispers, not arguing for once with being dotted on]