sticksandbones | crumbl cookies but in real life

[ ... sigh. There's nothing he can do about it, he supposes. This isn't a problem that flour or sand can fix. Human body parts require human solutions. ]

Alright, if you insist.

[ How bad can it be, truly? It's likely that the scents are either pleasant ones or nonexistent, if the goal is to get clean. ]

Thank you for thinking of me, Pure Vanilla Cookie. I believe I can figure it out from here.

[ That makes him laugh lightly and give the other a fond look. ]

I promise it is not so bad. The scents are rather neutral and light. If you require anything, I will hear you, simply call.

[ He goes to leave, then hesitates, and reaches out to set his hand on Clotted Cream's head again. A soft pet over the hair there. ]

I am so happy to have you back, my dear.

[ He leans in to plant a little kiss on his head, a familial touch, then draws back to leave to give Clotted Cream privacy. ]

I will. Do not worry. My lungs are still very much in working order.

[ There's nothing quite like the prospect of a good soak to put him in a good mood. Strange, considering before coming to this place, he never would have willingly set foot into liquid. Too much risk of getting soggy and crumbling. Now, though? Now he craves it.

He expects Pure Vanilla to simply leave after that, but gets so much more instead. A gentle pet of his hair, a kiss to the top of his head. It's surprising, but... nostalgic. It reminds him of his mother. ]

... thank you. For everything. It is good to be back.

[ And with that, he's left alone. Left alone to familiarize himself with the bottles so clearly labeled. For hair, for skin... Which should he do first? The one for the hair, he assumes is similar to cream. Apply to the hair, but the bottle indicates to rinse it out, so rinse it he shall.

Which leads to a startled yelp a couple of minutes later as he tries to do so, the water running off his head bringing soap suds with it. Unfortunately, soap suds and eyes do not mix. If Pure Vanilla comes to find out what happened, he will find poor Clotted Cream, face down in the water, shrimp tail curled tight against itself as he desperately attempts to rid his eyes of the burning feeling. ]

[ There is a clatter from the kitchen at the startled yelp, then the sound of hooves quickly clop clop clopping back towards the bathroom, little bleats of panic with each step. Pure Vanilla is quick to enter the bathroom, and oh! gently to what he sees.

Ah.

He knows that position!

Relieved over it not being something much worse, he quickly turns the water back on to start a fresh gentle trickle, enough to wash eyes with, then reaches out to gently manhandle the shrimp around so his face is near the faucet so Pure Vanilla can quickly scoop water into the eyes. Fresh water, not suddy water. ]

Blink, I know it hurts, but you can't hold the shampoo in your eyes, my dear. It's all right.

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[ Thankfully, Clotted Cream is partially aquatic, so having his eyes open in the water is not a problem! The problem is that, instinctually, the hand near his eyes makes him flinch a little. He has to fight that off for a second before any of it is even effective. ]

Why do humans use such harsh substances--?

[ How are humans not crumbling themselves constantly? This is awful. At least it doesn't take long until the water clears his eyes of the burning feeling, but his poor little shrimp legs are just flailing sadly. He can already feel his gills getting a little irritated. ]

[ He will carefully help Clotted Cream rinse his eyes out, making sure he's not in the way of his Staff so he can view the other. His voice is amused over it, because they've all been there. ]

Oh, it is not so harsh, we are simply not used to it. Humans bath their young in it from early on, and they build a tolerance. Though I do not think it will ever not hurt the eyes, must keep those closed.

[ Hm, his gills look a little reddened as well, sitting in water with soaps may not be the best idea for him then. A flour shower might be converted into a water shower? But then his tail... his free hand finds the drain to pull it and let fresh water replace soapy water, sounding so amused. ]

Humans are so very strange. Is the shampoo the only thing you used?

[ Humans bathe their young in this? By the Light... ]

I cannot imagine a human infant tolerating this very well...

[ It feels harsh! Ugh.

But there goes the water. Good riddance to the soap suds. He'd be glad to never have to see those again. Really, sand has done him just fine so far... He glances at the bottles, pondering the one labeled "for hair". Shampoo is such a silly name. ]

Only that. I hadn't used the one for the body yet. Nor am I inclined to, after what the shampoo was capable of.

[ Oh, he will not giggle, but his smile is hiding the laughter in it. Letting the water continue to flow, he redirects Clotted Cream onto his back to lay down a bit better, and work some clean water into his hair to help get rid of any lingering shampoo. Helping it back, away from his face. His fingers are strong but gentle.

He's had to bath sheep before, sometimes. It's not so different whether it's a shrimp tail or a sheep body. But he's just working the rest of the shampoo out of hair. ]

Good, it would seem even this is too much for your aquatic self. We may have to change tactics. Ah, how I wish it was as easy as flour still.

[ Gentle squeezes to get excess water out, then he'll let Clotted Cream sit himself up to hand him the towel, turning off the water. ]

We will figure out something else for you!

[ Clotted Cream can safely say that he can't remember ever having someone else bathe him. He's sure his mother must have, when he was younger, but many of those memories are lost to time. But fingers working through his hair to get the remains of the shampoo out... feels nice. That in itself isn't really a sensation he could experience at home - no fingers, of course - but that makes it unique.

Much like an animal being petted, it makes him relax. He can indulge in this just this once.

As Pure Vanilla finishes up and hands him the towel, he pulls himself upright with his hand on the edge of the tub so that he can retrieve it. It's honestly amazing, considering his injury, that he isn't any more sore than this. ]

Thank you. I am sorry that this form makes things more difficult, but it is simply another puzzle to solve. Perhaps there is something similar to flour that may help...

Oh, don't be sorry at all, my dear. It is not difficult at all! What were you using before hand?

[ And despite how little took place, Clotted Cream does smell much better. A honey and sandalwood scent, that cleans away the lingering scent of blood and uh... stale fish. And he'll turn his staff away to give Clotted Cream privacy so he can dry himself off.

Human bits and all. ]

Ah, I had been using sand. A fine grained variety, from the bottom of the river. It seemed to be working alright - similar to flour, but not as soft.

[ But that's all well and good for his skin and his scales, which clearly needs to be scrubbed a bit, unlike crispy dough that would flake at such rough treatment. So, it's been working well! Until it wasn't, apparently.

With Pure Vanilla turned away, it leaves him in a relative sense of privacy so that he can get out of the tub and dry off. However, Clotted Cream quickly finds out that... that's easier said than done. Even with the water drained, his tail isn't dry enough yet to revert back. So, he sighs, taking a towel and trying his best to dry off the chitinous shell so that he can climb out faster. ]

Sometimes, I wonder what exactly happened to us... Dark Cacao Cookie didn't arrive like this. He looks like a perfectly normal human.

[ Child, you had come back to life, had your arm ripped off, and had a stone planted into your chest that contains your soul. Sand was going nowhere near you until you had recovered.

And you reeked.

He hums softly in thought on the sand thing. Well, it shouldn't be too much to ask the trader for, so they don't have to go down to the water. :) Never allowed down to the water again. A pumice stone, he hears, should also help.

The question makes him frown gently, his ears flicking backwards towards the other. ]

... Do you know the young man, Beat? He has been changed similarly to us, yet he claims he knows the reason why. He has told me, though I have no recollection of it, that we were part of a different world before even this one, where we had been turned into Mythological - as far as he knew - creatures. A Werewolf for him, such as Werewolf Cookie. I am apparently a sheep based Minotaur. And when he learned you had been here as well... [A little smile cause the "distress" at not seeing Clotted Cream had been sweet, honestly.] he claimed you were a Mermaid.

[ Please don't tell him he reeked, he has a reputation to uphold. :(

The response leaves him silent for a moment as he digests it, continuing to dry himself off in a decidedly slow and distracted way. He doesn't know anyone named Beat, but... this Beat person knew them? Not just them, but what they are?

Clotted Cream frowns at his fins, humming thoughtfully. ]

The name is not familiar to me... But the fact that he seems to know us is interesting. And why is it that he remembers, but we do not...?

When I questioned him similarly, he said it's not unheard of. He explained something about a Sea of Stars, and how it likes to take memories, but some can "escape" with theirs intact. And I must admit, there have been times I have felt touches of deja vu, or moments of "I know this".

[ Like knowing Clotted Creams father was a man of anger and shame, before Clotted Cream had even told him. He sighs softly, one hoof pawing at the floor with a faint touch of trepidation. ]

I can verify the things he speaks of is the Truth. Joshua was apparently a part of it too, but even Beat cannot explain why he has regained his full body, though he thinks these bodies are not the original version of us and Josh - being of a Witch-like power - was able to recover his where we have failed.

[ Which disturbs him in ways he doesn't like to think of. ]

Mm... I admit, I have felt similar things. Vague, fuzzy memories like something I've dreamed rather than personally experienced, and yet...

[ They're strange, the "memories" that strike him. A bar that looks right out of Earthbread itself. A grand masquerade party. Pure Vanilla Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie? And another who seems so familiar...

His tail is now dry enough that it's beginning to shift back into legs, so Clotted Cream drapes the towel over the side of the tub and then begins the semi-awkward task of pull-pushing himself upright with one hand. ]

If there are already a few of us here that came from this other world, I suppose we should be on the lookout for more. Though, I sincerely hope that no other Cookies are drawn in...

And yet, indeed.

[ Like how he felt like he recognize Vash upon first meeting him. He sighs softly, his ears flicking as he picks up the sound of Clotted Cream moving behind him. Setting his Staff against the wall - Eye placed into it to blind himself - he turns back towards the tub to extend out his arms, offering his hands to the other so he can use them to help himself up and out.

He frowns to the comment, a soft pinched look, and hm's softly in agreeance. ]

I hope so as well, my dear. Not simply for the fact there might be other Cookies who were forced to change such as we were, but that Earthbread cannot spare even a single.

[ With two Ancients down, and the Consul... ]

[ Oh, those offered hands are very welcome indeed. Clotted Cream reaches up to take one, pulling himself upright and standing on freshly-formed feet, wincing at the slight tingle of settling nerves. ]

Thank you.

[ With that out of the way, he can retrieve the towel once more, pulling it around his waist with the aid of the nearby wall to keep it pinned in place for a second, in lieu of a second hand. ]

The latter is what concerns me the most. With the threat of Dark Enchantress Cookie ever looming, and now an additional threat... We cannot risk losing more. Particularly any of the remaining Ancient Heroes.

[ Despite his almost frail-by-now appearance, his grip is strong and steady as he helps Clotted Cream to his feet. Once the other is steady, he takes his hands back and moves back some, so Clotted Cream has room to maneuver.

He sighs and touches his chin lightly in thought, frowning at nothing in particular as he can't see with his Staff turned. ]

Yes, that's my fear. Though I do not doubt in the strength of our friends, should even one Beast be revived to power, it will spell untold devastation if we are not all there to stop it.

[ It makes him more determined to find a way home. There must be a way to reverse the pull... Shaking his head to drive those thoughts away for now, he turns and picks his Staff up so he can find his way out of the door. ]

One moment, my dear.

[ It wont take long for him to fetch the new casual clothes for Clotted Cream, returning to set them down to the side, then exit the bathroom again so he can dress. ]

All we can do is hope that it holds until we can find a way to return... At the very least, yourself and Dark Cacao Cookie must find a way back. The Pearl Legion still remains whether I do or not.

[ But ah, right, the clothes... As Pure Vanilla leaves the room to retrieve them, Clotted Cream sighs and shakes his hair a bit. It always seems to dry fairly quickly, despite how long he's been in or out of the water, so he doesn't have to do much to it.

It's strange, how comfortable he feels in this skin despite not having been in it for long.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Clotted Cream leaves the bathroom in his new, more casual outfit, a slightly oversized forest green sweater with light tan slacks. It's comfortable, very much so. Almost like sleeping clothes... ]

Well? What do you think?

[ The Pearl Legion is a saving grace. The Magic Candy being made is as well. Even without two of the Ancients, their power resonates with Cookies still. Witches be willing, they will return and things will be fine.

Pure Vanilla will look up from where he had been quietly thinking as Clotted Cream finally exits, and oh. It looks so strange to see the Consul out of his normal formal outfit. Yet, that feeling is back again. That he HAS seen the young man in relaxed clothing.

It makes him smile, expression fond. ]

It fits you. It looks perfect.

[ He moves over to reach up and fix his hair, then just tidy up the lay of the outfit a little, fussing. ]

Is it too loose?

[ It's still so strange to be fretted and fussed over, but considering all that has happened, Clotted Cream isn't inclined to take that away from Pure Vanilla. The other man looks like he needs to do it. ]

It isn't. It's quite comfortable, in fact. A bit like sleeping clothes.

[ He smiles, lifting his hand to fiddle with the pinned-up sleeve. Probably the strangest thing about it is not having anything on that side. ]

Thank you again. It is good, I think, to have something a bit more casual... even if I am not used to wearing it.

I am glad you like them, my dear. Hopefully the other outfit fits as well.

[ He's glad Clotted Cream is letting him fuss. It feels good to truly fuss over someone. Someone he thought he had lost. He steps back to give Clotted Cream some room to breathe, curling his Staff in against him comfortably, holding it with both hands so he doesn't keep fussing. ]

It is always good to have something to change in to. We'll get your regular clothes washed up properly. Now that you are cleaned and dressed, would you like to have something to eat?

I'm sure that it will fit just fine. I'm certain that I will find a chance to wear it very soon.

[ It is, after all, similar in fashion to what he wears on a normal basis. The occasion for that will come sooner rather than later!

The prospect of food makes him realize that he hasn't eaten more than a bit of toast. He... should probably fix that, shouldn't he. A Cookie cannot live off of water and toast alone. ]

Please. I am well aware that the best way to recover is to eat, and I'm afraid I'm only just getting back to feeling up for more than a nibble.

I am sure you shall!

[ But there is almost a paternal tease in his voice, like he's thinking oh? going to dress up and woo some young lad or lass? When Clotted Cream says yes to food - and you certainly can survive off water and toast ask him how he knows - he beams and gestures for the other to follow him out of the bathroom and to the kitchen. ]

I am glad you are feeling better enough to eat. Do not worry, it won't be too heavy, your stomach will be quite upset with you otherwise. Some oatmeal and fruit?

[ Setting his staff off to the side, Pure Vanilla begins to busy himself in the kitchen, moving around it easily to begin cooking some oats and chopping up some fruits. ]

[ Pure Vanilla what is that tone. Clotted Cream's ear fins angle backwards just a little, as his expression turns the barest hint flustered. What is that supposed to mean? Ultimately, he knows that Pure Vanilla has only the best intentions at heart, so it's easily dismissed as the Ancient Cookie's whimsy. It's good to see him in a good mood after everything, anyway, so he isn't inclined to shoot that down! ]

Oatmeal and fruit would be wonderful, thank you.

[ Just another way of letting Pure Vanilla fuss over him a bit. He takes a seat at the table, leaning back into the seat a little. Normally he would clasp his hands together, but... ]

It is good to see you in good spirits, if I may say so.

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