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[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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[purevanillacookie]

[ The look given to Cacao is so fond. Of course he would. He shakes his head gently. ]

Allow me to ask again, then. Will you step upon this path with me? A new adventurer together?

[winterfrosting]

How could I ever tell you no, when you look at me so?

[purevanillacookie]

[ Witches, that makes his heart lump up. He knew the answer, simply based from the initiation of the kiss from Cacao, but to hear it. He hm's softly in return, folding his fingers with Cacao's, his smile soft and tender.

As his skin slowly begins to redden all over again as he realizes he's pretty much naked now in front of him. Oh. Ah. Do not look at him. Yes he pretty much confessed he'd asked him ages ago to date him but it's still very much not yet territory for the nakedness. ]

Understandable, I am the master of seduction here. Ah, blushing is so much hotter feeling as a human than a Cookie.

[winterfrosting]

It really is. It feels like my jam is boiling.

[He was very casual about it before, but now with this he tries to keep his eyes averted from all that bare skin. For Vanilla's sake, of course.]

[purevanillacookie]

[ He can see Cacao being a gentleman and keeping his eyes to himself, and it makes him tilt Cacao's head a little to kiss his forehead.

Then gently untangle their fingers so he can scoot and get his robes, they're dry enough, and shyly pull them on. Cacao will get to look as much as he likes later. ]

There... I am decent again.

[winterfrosting]

[He turns back, a small actual smile on his face]

And on that... perhaps we should rest. Searching for Clotted Cream Cookie will be an endever no matter what has happened to him. We should be ready.

[And give them both time to process what just happened between them personally, too]

[purevanillacookie]

Yes... We must be prepared as possible, as well. Going into the forest will be no small task, and coming out with Clotted Cream no easy one.

[ He pats his robes a little to dry them further, then glances to Cacao, then away shyly like his own thoughts scandalize him too much, then back again.

His Staff is really annoyed by the back and forth. ]

W-would you care to... ah... [ Haha nervous bleat interjects... softest baa. ] I mean to say, my bed is large enough-!

[ His intentions are obviously just to rest, it's clear Pure Vanilla is thinking nothing else, but even that much flusters him. ]

[winterfrosting]

[His brows arch, surprised that Vanilla is offering. They've been dancing around sleeping arrangements since he arrived since Cacao refuses to just take over the bed and Vanilla doesn't want him camping outside.]

If you are comfortable with it, I would not mind.

[they are both gentlemen there's no reasons to be concerned]

[purevanillacookie]

[ He really has to learn that he doesn't need to get so worked up about it because Cacao just so calmly says the first thing to calm his mind.

But he has never had an actual, you know, significant other. This is all entirely new territory. Not even White Lily...

He rubs his face, squashes that mocking voice in his head that sounds like SM, and exhales. ]

I am. You realize this is simply my ploy to get you into an actual bed, correct?

[ Ah, it's easier to joke about it. ]

[winterfrosting]

A ploy? How devious. But you know, all you need do is ask.

[heheh]

[purevanillacookie]

[ Lamb ears blush just as strongly as cheeks do, it turns out, the insides flame red. He covers his face. He covers his Staff's eye. Why is Cacao better at him at flirting, teasing, whatever.

Wait.

He peeks through his fingers with his staff, moving to climb to his feet, then help Cacao up as well. Don't be shy, you know this Cookie for a good innumerable years. ]

Well, I did when you first arrived, but you so coldly turned me down. Did you think I was offering you only my bed?

[winterfrosting]

[he sputters at that. Crumbs, he had, hadn't he]

I-is that so?

[purevanillacookie]

[ He playfully pats Cacao's shoulder, trying to be solemn. It helps the nerves to just. Tease. Don't think of Cacao in your bed. Stop it. Oooooh. The tail betrays as it begins to make crazy-8's. ]

Indeed, but all is forgiven now. Go ahead, I will join you shortly.

[winterfrosting]

[His sheep bits are adorably honest. He's quickly learning the silent language of them]

Very well. Do not take overly long.

[And yeah he's nooot grabbing his shirt as he goes, ha]

[purevanillacookie]

[ ... Well if Cacao thinks he's sleeping in his under armor, he's got another thing coming. But what else is he gonna sleep in? Pure Vanilla desperately needs to buy them some sleeping outfits or he's not going to last.

He'll join after tidying things, locking up, snuffing the fire and lights. Night routine. Teeth taken care of, hair brushed out, a book ready in one hand from the library because he knows himself and knows he's just going to lay there so might as well read a bit by candlelight. A warm glass of milk.

He gets so in routine he forgets Cacao is waiting for him and is half off with his robe - the cape already laid aside - with one hand, book clasped firmly in the other, when he remembers. He stops dead in the doorway, one arm still trapped in his robes, half snagged on one horn. The other half of him is free.

It quite looks like he had a fight with a line of laundry and got it tangled up on him. ]

Ah... Uh... I... I cannot sleep in my robes, my apologies, my wool compacts...

[winterfrosting]

[He has his own, shorter, routine to go through as well. So by the time Vanilla arrives he's already in bed, making a guess on what side Vanilla prefers from which one has a used bedside table and leaving it open]

It is fine. The bed is big enough it should not be an issue.

[Even so he looks away for Pure Vanilla's sake, blushing a bit but not looking particularly put out]

[purevanillacookie]

[ He's a little slower - a little shyer - removing the rest of his robes now while somehow juggling his items and fighting with his horns but he eventually gets it. Staff laid against the wall for a good position to read by, book and milk down on the table, then he sits and shyly swings into his half of the bed, tugging the blankets over him.

Then ponders and reaches over to his bedside table to pull open drawers. He doesn't use them often but for Cacao's sake.... the tips of his horns get carefully padded and wrapped. Even as dull as he keeps them, they will hurt if caught on.

Then with a boldness that comes from the room being dim, he can turn to lean over and gently find Cacao's cheek with his fingers, and kiss it. ]

Goodnight...