[The cookie plops in his hand, and he has to inspect it first. Not because of how dangerous it is or anything--he literally has nothing to fear from someone like Aunt Cass. After all, he'd had her cooking before, she more than proved herself.
No, he's looking at that design. Holding it between his forefinger and thumb, he squints at the little details. Funny, he could swear it almost looked like Krem...coincidence?
A soft 'kawaii...' might have escaped his lips.]
Will do!
[But at the question, he smiles, putting a hand in a pocket with a casual shrug.] Can't complain, all things considered. You just gotta take each day as it comes, right?
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No, he's looking at that design. Holding it between his forefinger and thumb, he squints at the little details. Funny, he could swear it almost looked like Krem...coincidence?
A soft 'kawaii...' might have escaped his lips.]
Will do!
[But at the question, he smiles, putting a hand in a pocket with a casual shrug.] Can't complain, all things considered. You just gotta take each day as it comes, right?