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[he doesn't move, but does tilt his head as Vanilla leaves, surprised when he comes back with a tie. Neither him or Clotted Cream have hair long enough hair for-

-ah. Yes, he did mention a version of Lily lived here too. He sits still as sugarstone while Pure Vanilla puts his hair up, eventually:]

White Lily Cookie... even with what happened between us all that day... I am glad a version of you and her were able to live peacefully for a time.

Edited 2024-04-01 20:42 (UTC)

[ Silence is first met with the comment about White Lily, though Pure Vanilla's hands don't still on the hair under them. It's not until he's finished gathering it up, and has it held where it wants it, does he sigh. Removing the tie from his mouth, glad he's behind Cacao so he can't see his expression. ]

I am glad as well... The two seemed quite happy, from the letters I have found. They were married here, in the Grove. Though this house was bare when I requested it, it is obvious there was love worn into the features.

[ Cacao will notice them as well. Places in the framing of doorways which have been worn smooth over time, subject to habits of the inhabitants and repeated grabs or touches. Cane marks worn into the flooring, one of them had a limp. Pure Vanilla tries not to look at them too often. Carefully he works Dark Cacao's hair into a ponytail, set high in his old style, then smiles when it remains properly, let it mask his previous expression. Ha! Bless hair for being style-able like icing. ]

If you look, you will find echoes of your past self as well, I am sure. I do not doubt you were a dear friend even then, and I highly doubt you would have been able to escape us from having you over often.

[ Or living with them. Frankly, knowing himself and knowing souls don't truly change (Dark Enchantress is... an anomaly due to the Ultimate Dough), he has no doubt they may have pulled their friend into love as well. ]

[he chuckles at that]

I am still not sure how to feel about this apparent history. I suppose as long as this other me maintained himself with honor... I will accept him.

It is... interesting. To see bits of yourself as you are now, but it is like looking through the windows of a building. Slightly warped, distorted, but still recognizably you. And I have no doubt you would still be a man of honor and conviction.

[ He sets the ponytail over Dark Cacao's shoulder for him, and is super glad his Staff is off to the side so he can't... look down. And embarrass himself. ]

Your under armor should be dry soon, if you put your armor on again I will kick you.

[ He's joking, though now that he's done taming the hair he'll grab the other bundle of bathing items, pondering them. ]

... Have you seen Clotted Cream Cookie lately?

Edited 2024-04-01 21:36 (UTC)

... I have not. Was he investigating outside of the village?

Yes... and I understand that time works strangely here, for him it might not feel like he's been gone long, but even so...

[ Even so, it's been a while. And there was no note when he left, if he went to investigate. He worries the items around in his hand, the eye on his Staff turning to look out a window, towards the forest.

The look on his face deepens, turns darker. ]

[His gaze follows Vanilla's staff's, and he more openly glares]

You wish to search for him.

I do. I do not like the idea the creature may have him.

[ He turns his attention back to Cacao. ]

I will not ask you to put yourself in danger to join me.

You do not have to.

[said with no hesitation]

[ His expression softens. The affection is strong and almost overwhelming. Of course. ]

Thank you. I know not what we will find, but I am glad to have you at my side again.

There is little that can stop us when we fight side by side.

[ Smiling, he reaches over to put a hand on Cacao's arm, then lean in and gently rest his forehead there as well. Just taking quiet strength from the other. Not the first time, won't be the last. But maybe the first time he's been so openly honest about it.

Then he wrinkles his nose gently. ]

You are right, my friend, but also truly kind to not comment on the smell of wet wool. Forgive me, before we plan anything, I fear I must properly bath.

[ He pats his arm and then takes his basket of goodies to skitter off towards the bathroom. Unlike a certain someone who just stripped right there, Pure Vanilla is incredibly shy. ]

[ it's been many dark years since he's seen his friend so blatantly seek out a moment of comfort and support. But before he can respond to that or the comment-

(He would have noted that a little wet sugar sheep wool was nothing to him compared to the reek of some of the cocoa goats he's wrangled. Would have asked if Vanilla ever hauled lambs over his shoulders like the paintings of shephards Cacao has seen in past. If this form made him nostalgic)

- but his friend skitters away before he can even ponder words. He reaches up and touches the spot his head rested, like a crack he can't help picking at. With a sigh he stands, making his way to his drying clothing. The pants are still damp, but not enough to stop him putting them on and heading to the window. He leans against the sill, staring out at the woods with a stony expression]

[ Pure Vanilla is done, at least, in record time. He's not one to luxuriate. Plus his robes need a good cleaning to, so he lets them soak after drying himself off and... shifts into a sheep. And will then clip clop his way back to the living room, a round honey and pine scented puff of wool.

He doesn't think Dark Cacao has seem him like that yet, so the Ram - eyes still closed ironically - may somehow manage to look a little nervous. Technically he's still naked but now everything is lost in the roundness of wool, and when he hunkers down beside the fire to let himself dry off better, nothing can be seen.

Do sheep blush? His face feels warm but thankfully nothing is given away. ]

Forgive this form, my friend, I must let my robes soak a bit to clean them, and I ... ah... the towel did not entirely cover right.

[ AKA his entire body. ]

[oh that sure is a sheep. His eyes widen slightly]

When you said this form gave you new abilities I will admit I did not expect this.

It's-

[ 'cute' ]

-charming.

[here he's gonna sit across from him in front of the fire so they can talk properly]

Edited 2024-04-06 19:31 (UTC)

[ Charming gets a tail wiggle in return, and an extra one when Dark Cacao settles himself down as well, about to protest the movement - he doesn't want Cacao uncomfortable! - but decides not to. He knows the other would deny it.

So, since looks don't work too well on sheep faces, he reaches out to gently touch the tip of his nose to Cacaos hand in affection.

It also helps him locate him because he left his staff in the bathroom]

It is quite handy, though it took me a moment to get used to walking like this

[and without really considering his actions Cacao starts petting him once his nose touches him]

Four legs. Not surprising.

[ Oh!

The pet startles him for a moment, his ears flicking up briefly, before slowly going back down in contentment.

Tail goes bbblbllblb. ]

Oh, that's rather nice. I believe I understand my sugar sheep a little more now!

[ now that he has approval he's gonna dig his fingers into the wool for deep scritches]

It is thicker than I imagined.

[ O-oh that's...

He will begin to go a little boneless, his head extending out to rest his chin on his friends knee.

Soon small content bleats follow. It draws the attention of the plantimals who are quick to take advantage of big sheep bed. ]

[And Cacao outright laughs at that]

Charming indeed. You look quite comfortable my friend.

[ He would huff at the laugh but he's too happy to bother. ]

It is... quite nice...

[ It's very difficult to form words when your being scritched into a coma, the strawbunny digging rapidly at the wool to mimic Cacao before loafing into it, the stoat curling up into a ball to nap. ]

[Seeing his friend bedded with the little creatures makes something shudder in his heart. A familiar feeling. Like a smaller less soul wreaking version of when he first held his son. His heart aches with affection and yearning. His scratches slow to a more lazy petting]

Ah... now we can not move. You'd been claimed.

[ If Pure Vanilla knew Cacao was having a Crisis, it would make his ears burn red. As it is, the words make him smile. ]

Whatever shall we do? Ah, I will have to move soon for my robes, I'm afraid.

[ Doesn't even twitch. ]

Mmhm.

[also not moving. In fact he leans back on one hand, still slightly petting with the other. Staring sleepily at the fire. Content]

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