[he plucks up the basket, looking into it. how cute! he wonders if she actually made these things, or just bought them. not a cookie in sight, pleasantly]
Oh, yes, that. Come in, and I will give you the whole run-down.
[he sighs, as though he's put-out. it's hard explaining this to everyone, but it's better than having it come up too late. Shadow Milk turns to lead Noire inside the cottage. it's charming, really. it's been cleaned nicely, and smells faintly of vanilla]
I didn't really go over it on the network, but the whole Cookie thing isn't a joke. My, erm. My roommate and I are both magic Cookies that come from a land where there are a lot more of us!
[hence why he requested that she not bring cookies. he sets the basket on the table and plonks down on the couch]
So that's my full name. But, as you can see, this world has blessed me with a normal human body. No powers, no nothing. So, you can call me just plain ol' Shadow Milk, if that's easier for you.
[ She has friends who can turn into dragons and gigantic monster bunnies, but. This grown man is claiming he's actually a cookie. She can't help but think he's fucking with her. It's an odd practical joke, to be sure, but still.
Funny how the master of lies finally tells the truth and isn't believed. ]
Either way, does it matter? You can believe me, or not! It won't change the fact that I'm here!
[he's told enough people about the entire Cookie existence thing, and they seem to believe him. finally, someone is not taking his words seriously. it's hilarious. this one is smart]
[ ... He has a point. Besides, if this is a joke, it's a very harmless one. Her mouth awkwardly wiggles - she's not really used to smiling. She can't even remember the last time she laughed. So, enjoy the weird not!smile? ]
I guess that's true. And either way, you were still very kind to me. I can't tell you how much that means.
[KIND??? Shadow Milk sobers up quick, recalling something Pure Vanilla said to him. ughhhhh]
L-Look, I'm doing this for me. I wanna know what happens if people hold hands here. I've heard a lot of crazy stuff, but if I don't check it out for myself, then it's meaningless.
[don't make that face! it tugs at his Soul Jam, for some reason. gross]
...So, did you make these snacks yourself?
[he looks at his own hand, then reaches out to take one of hers. his slender fingers wrap around, not tightly, but not loosely. his palms aren't sweaty, but he does look like he's focusing on any changes he might feel]
Mm-hmm. It's one of my few talents. I just really like baking... It makes me feel like I have control, and allows me creativity. And it can make people so happy. Sometimes I'll try something new, and my friend Owain will make up a name for it.
[ Such a gentle touch, what a nice man. Still, it's a little embarrassing to hold a guy's hand like this... in her world, she would be seen as a good age for marriage. So her cheeks tint, and she tries to return the soft hold he makes. ]
[Shadow Milk doesn't feel different, aside from... warmth. it's strange. he's flushed, too, but more so because he cannot recall the last time he held someone's hand. what if Pure Vanilla saw him?]
I guess that's a good way of looking at it. Baking, I mean. They're... they look really good.
Anyway, she looks at her hands, quizzical but silent. She moves her fingers a little, then slowly waves her hand in the air, as if trying to cast a spell. Of course, nothing happens. ]
... Not at all. I feel the same as always. At least we tried...
[ Okay, what details can she give that aren't insanely depressing? ]
... I serve the kingdom of Ylisse, which is ruled by Lord Chrom. He also leads the Shepherds - sort of like a personal army. It is our duty not only to protect the kingdom, but to those who are being oppressed and harmed by darker forces. I have allies here from my world... Inigo is Lord Chrom's son, and Owain is Lord Chrom's nephew.
Oh, yes. Because he sees his people as his flock... and as a good shepherd watches and protects their lambs so they won't know harm and suffering, so do we to the people of Ylisse and any who need our help.
[ Well he does have a very close relationship whose "other half" turns into his enemy, so, maybe! ]
Possibly... but then, that can be an advantage, if it lets down their guard. I'm proud to be following him. He believes in second chances and proving yourself.
[he taps his chin in thought. pretending to be a cute sheep in order to fool his foes. yeah, sounds pretty sneaky! but then, Shadow Milk would know all about that]
I suppose I can see the appeal! You said you were an archer, right? Is that your weapon of choice?
Yes. It's one of the few things I'm actually good at... I'm not strong enough to wield other kinds of weapons, and I don't have a talent for magic. But I rarely miss my mark when I have a bow and arrow.
Yeah, well, I've found most of the other people here are. Agreeable, I guess. Foolish, really. To blindly trust others so easily. But no one's told me any lies, so, I suppose I'm. Oh, what's the word? Grateful?
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Oh, yes, that. Come in, and I will give you the whole run-down.
[he sighs, as though he's put-out. it's hard explaining this to everyone, but it's better than having it come up too late. Shadow Milk turns to lead Noire inside the cottage. it's charming, really. it's been cleaned nicely, and smells faintly of vanilla]
I didn't really go over it on the network, but the whole Cookie thing isn't a joke. My, erm. My roommate and I are both magic Cookies that come from a land where there are a lot more of us!
[hence why he requested that she not bring cookies. he sets the basket on the table and plonks down on the couch]
So that's my full name. But, as you can see, this world has blessed me with a normal human body. No powers, no nothing. So, you can call me just plain ol' Shadow Milk, if that's easier for you.
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Is this a joke?
[ She has friends who can turn into dragons and gigantic monster bunnies, but. This grown man is claiming he's actually a cookie. She can't help but think he's fucking with her. It's an odd practical joke, to be sure, but still.
Funny how the master of lies finally tells the truth and isn't believed. ]
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Either way, does it matter? You can believe me, or not! It won't change the fact that I'm here!
[he's told enough people about the entire Cookie existence thing, and they seem to believe him. finally, someone is not taking his words seriously. it's hilarious. this one is smart]
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I guess that's true. And either way, you were still very kind to me. I can't tell you how much that means.
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L-Look, I'm doing this for me. I wanna know what happens if people hold hands here. I've heard a lot of crazy stuff, but if I don't check it out for myself, then it's meaningless.
[he still hungers for knowledge...]
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[ She slides back into her usual sad-puppy expression, but not because she's bummed. it's just how she always looks.
She then holds out her small, thin hands. ]
Whenever you're ready. Take your time.
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...So, did you make these snacks yourself?
[he looks at his own hand, then reaches out to take one of hers. his slender fingers wrap around, not tightly, but not loosely. his palms aren't sweaty, but he does look like he's focusing on any changes he might feel]
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[ Such a gentle touch, what a nice man. Still, it's a little embarrassing to hold a guy's hand like this... in her world, she would be seen as a good age for marriage. So her cheeks tint, and she tries to return the soft hold he makes. ]
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I guess that's a good way of looking at it. Baking, I mean. They're... they look really good.
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[ Aside from her life in general which. is not great. ]
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I can understand that sentiment! Hee!
[he gingerly pulls his hand away]
So, do you feel any different? Anymore magical?
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Anyway, she looks at her hands, quizzical but silent. She moves her fingers a little, then slowly waves her hand in the air, as if trying to cast a spell. Of course, nothing happens. ]
... Not at all. I feel the same as always. At least we tried...
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[he shrugs, annoyed]
But, yeah. We tried! I still think we'll get the local currency just from hanging out. So that's good!
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[ ... H. How does one. Hang out. Shoot. Uh. She should have given this more thought. Quick, what do friends do??? ]
Ummm. You... you can ask me anything you want.
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Hmmm! I told you about my world, so what's your world like?
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... I serve the kingdom of Ylisse, which is ruled by Lord Chrom. He also leads the Shepherds - sort of like a personal army. It is our duty not only to protect the kingdom, but to those who are being oppressed and harmed by darker forces. I have allies here from my world... Inigo is Lord Chrom's son, and Owain is Lord Chrom's nephew.
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Hang on, back up. Did you say he calls his personal army... The Shepherds?
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...I'll bet it doesn't exactly strike fear into the hearts of his enemies.
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Possibly... but then, that can be an advantage, if it lets down their guard. I'm proud to be following him. He believes in second chances and proving yourself.
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I suppose I can see the appeal! You said you were an archer, right? Is that your weapon of choice?
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[he hasn't even tried the sweets yet, but he can tell!]
And you sound pretty loyal, too!
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Oh, um, thank you. I just do my best... that's all anyone can do. I'm glad this realm and this village had such welcoming people like you.
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Yeah, well, I've found most of the other people here are. Agreeable, I guess. Foolish, really. To blindly trust others so easily. But no one's told me any lies, so, I suppose I'm. Oh, what's the word? Grateful?
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