Dark Cacao gets a Dog and Other Adventures

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Who: Dark Cacao Cookie and YOU
What: Various Cacao starters for May!
When: All through the month
Where: Around the Grove
Warnings: Dogs, will update more as needed

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May 1, cw: large dog

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[Cacao has done his part since he arrived, gathering shells to fund his part of the household supplies. But he has eventually managed to gather a small pile. There are many things he could acquire: more clothing or supplies? A magical item to help in investigating the Grove?

Instead he goes to the Trader and comes back with a dog. Not just a dog though, a puppy cradled in his arms. Even as a puppy the cake animal is big, reaching to Cacao's knee when standing. But held by the big man it looks like a baby.

He goes straight home first of course. He needs to tell Pure Vanilla and Clotted Cream what he's decided. But later he can be found outside with the puppy. Training is important, but the first step is not work but bonding. So he can be found playing tug with it, and rolling a ball to it... and giving it a treat when it willingly trots up to him.]

Good. See, we are friends.

at home

[purevanillacookie]

[ Honestly? Pure Vanilla wasn't sure what Cacao was going to come home with, when the other said he was heading to the Trader. Maybe a calligraphy set, to pick a hobby back up? Something practical, wearable, for the future?

He stops tending his garden when he hears Cacao approaching again, smiling and cleaning dirt off his hands with the towel around his waist before heading around the front again.

To stop dead in his tracks, delighted surprise instantly lighting his face up. Even if the prey part of him wants him to throw his head back, bleat in terror, and run off into the distance. ]

A cream pup!

[ There is also the soft tilt of a question there. ]

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[The puppy wiggles at seeing a new person]

It was... a bit of an impulse choice. But when I heard the Grove was mass attacked before I arrived... well, having a defender that can warn us seemed prudent.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Heart stolen. He moves over to tickle the pups nose, own tail wiggling. ]

Ah, a prudent decision! I am certain there was nothing else on your mind affecting your choice.

[ He can tease. ]

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[Awww, PV gets kisses]

I do not know what you mean.

[Suuure dc]

[purevanillacookie]

Hm!

[ That's all he says, taking a page out of Cacao's book, though his smile is wide and sweet. And he will take the Pup from the other man, handing him his staff in return. He gets to cuddle it. Even if it looks ridiculously large in his arms...]

Have you thought of a name?

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[Seeing PV hold the puppy makes his heart warm]

Hm. Not yet. It should be short and sharp so it can hear it easily and not be confused.

[purevanillacookie]

[ It's a lot like holding a sheep, only far more wiggly - it's a puppy and excited - and far far larger. Pure Vanilla gets whacked by puppy snout a few times in it's desire to give kisses and he merely smiles wider, returning a kiss to the top of it's cream head. ]

Ah, if only Crunchy Chip Cookie was here, I am sure he'd have a name for you.

[ Oven Razer. Speed Devil. Exterminator. The Best Boy To Exist. ]

Bundtley?

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Bundtley... hm.

[He's absolutely considering it]

[purevanillacookie]

[ They're both horrible at this, and he laughs a little, setting the wiggly puppy back into Cacao's arms finally.

A pause. A ponder. ]

Oreo.

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Ah! Yes, I like that one.

[They are SO BAD AT IT]

[purevanillacookie]

[ Someone stop them, Pure Vanilla BEAMING, tail wiggling almost as fast as the Puppy's own. ]

Oreo the Cream Wolf. It is rather fitting!

DOG!! DOG!! DOG!!!!

[forwander]

[You ever see a dog and go "that dog looks like cake" because that's the feeling Passenger is having right now. He's sort of Squinting from the distance like ? ? ? ? as he watches it trot up to Cacao, feeling like he's on one of those shows about everything being cake...

Hm.

Anyway these two have never spoken, but Passenger is walking up anyway simply to ask:]

Pardon me... is your dog made out of cake?

[No hi hello just "is your dog cake." Riveting.]

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Yes.

[He looks up, letting the puppy gnaw on the tug for a bit]

[forwander]

[Ah, a fellow man of bluntness.]

Does your cake-puppy have a name?

[Riveting old man conversation here.]

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Not yet, I am still deciding.

[...]

You may pet it.

[It's important for it to get used to people]

[forwander]

[Oh, well, in that case... Passenger will lean down and give the pup a little pat on the head, before holding his hand out to let it sniff him. This is the opposite order of how you should do these things.]

I will admit, I was expecting it to be much stickier.

[Like, it's cake, there's some sticky there... but clearly he was expecting something else.]

Should it get messy, how will you bathe it? Am I right in assuming that water is not the solution?

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[he nods]

Beings where we come from are made from sugar and flour- water is very dangerous. For bathing I would use scrubbing with flour and sugar. A little milk for the worst stains, used very carefully.

[The puppy is delighted by the petting, tail wagging]

[forwander]

And, if I may continue my line of questioning, what does it eat? Dogs from Terra commonly have many allergies — grapes, garlic, onions, to name a few — and feeding them food meant for us can be deadly to them.

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In the wild they largely eat jelly meat and dough from their prey as well as a mixture of fruit and berries. Our tamed wolves usually are fed dried jellies and occasional biscuits for treats, as well as bits from our hunts. If for some reason we all vanished it would be able to forage from our berry bushes well enough, though I am able to buy jelly meat from the Trader. As well as these.

[He offers the small pouch of treats- it's dry banana chips and roasted cacao beans]

[forwander]

I see.

[He will take the pouch, glance into it, and offer the pup a banana chip. Here you go, little buddy!]

I ask because I believe everyone here has a penchant for feeding Rusty table scraps, but as a flesh-and-blood dog, his dietary needs are different. For instance, he cannot have these cacao beans. I would not wish to feed a begging pup something that will make it ill. [Leans down to the pup, whispers:] You may have the grapes that Rusty cannot have. Is this a fair arrangement for you, little one?

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[The puppy slobbers the chip up, licking his hand after, tail wagging]

I see... it seems beasts here are a bit more delicate.