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[gonnagetreaped]

[and on this fine Thursday afternoon, outside a certain cabin set somewhat away from the others that was left over from the rain o' cabins from awhile ago, one may find several crates, filled with packages of cookies. ... unique ones, even! some are opened, others are wrapped neatly with a bow, all laying in wait outside of the cabin

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[inpignation]

--I wouldn't have thought he had it in him.

[gonnagetreaped]

Yes, well, no one ever questioned his hobbies, whatever they may have be--

[gonnagetreaped]

-- what are you doing here?!

[inpignation]

Oh, I've just come to pick up some stuff I left behind the other day, right?

[stolemypi]

............................

[gonnagetreaped]

They would be yours, would they not?

[stolemypi]

Of course they're not!

[gonnagetreaped]

They're not mine.

[themostprecious]

[snrk]

[gonnagetreaped]

*GIVING THE COOKIES TO ASCH*

[themostprecious]

I want some too~

[gonnagetreaped]

Hmph! He's not interested, it seems. Go ahead, if you'd like. They're certainly not appealing to my tastes.

[scalesfromeyes]

My, are those cookies?

[gonnagetreaped]

They appear to be.

[scalesfromeyes]

And such a handsome man on the front!

[gonnagetreaped]

He did have his own unique sense of style.

[the_wildcat]

COOKIES

[inpignation]

I wouldn't put much faith in these ones, huh...

[the_wildcat]

But they look so GOOOOOOD~

[inpignation]

The guy on the box? Our world's BAD GUY