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!

Comments

[winterfrosting]

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.

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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.

[winterfrosting]

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...

[purevanillacookie]

.... 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. ]

[winterfrosting]

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]

[purevanillacookie]

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.]

[winterfrosting]

[... 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]

[purevanillacookie]

Mmhmm. Of course you never did.

[ Of course his best friend is going to rib him about it, while he's very carefully detangling the long strands. The smile is back in his voice, and he tugs on Dark Cacao's ears gently to show he's playing. ]

Hold for a moment.

[ Putting the comb down, he wanders off to find a hair tie which is a bit difficult but... if he knows this house and who lived in it previously... there, in the bedroom, in the cabinets.

When he comes back, he'll begin to carefully gather it up with both hands, tie held gently with his lips as he focuses. White Lily wore hers braided but loose, down. Cacao likes his higher... gonna use the comb to help tighten hair, man he wishes it was easier as icing. ]

[winterfrosting]

[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.

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

[winterfrosting]

[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.

[purevanillacookie]

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?

[winterfrosting]

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

[purevanillacookie]

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. ]

[winterfrosting]

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

You wish to search for him.

[purevanillacookie]

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.

[winterfrosting]

You do not have to.

[said with no hesitation]

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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.

[winterfrosting]

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

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

[winterfrosting]

[ 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]

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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. ]

[winterfrosting]

[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]

[purevanillacookie]

[ 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

[winterfrosting]

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

Four legs. Not surprising.