[the house, familiar yet not, makes his mind tilt in a way he doesn't like. It's here he realizes something that has been making the induced paranoia worse: nothing is sweets. No scent of fresh bread under their feet, or the tart-fruit of the foliage in the air. Even in the Cacao Kingdom there was the cold but rich chocolate and the salty bitterness of the Sea.
He shudders under his armor and follows. It was just another thing for later, tamed by his will.
What COULDN'T be tamed was the familiar way he sinks onto Vanilla's furniture with a dissatisfied grunt. He takes the moment alone to gauge himself, starting with the Souljam. No new cracks or blemishes. Good, good.
... by the time Pure Vanilla comes back he's half out of his armor and doing a body check. Sir, have you seen these "finger" things?!]
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He shudders under his armor and follows. It was just another thing for later, tamed by his will.
What COULDN'T be tamed was the familiar way he sinks onto Vanilla's furniture with a dissatisfied grunt. He takes the moment alone to gauge himself, starting with the Souljam. No new cracks or blemishes. Good, good.
... by the time Pure Vanilla comes back he's half out of his armor and doing a body check. Sir, have you seen these "finger" things?!]