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@silent-salt
OOC: My good friend Vince @cookiesofdeceit done it again, and made this art for me of my silent salt cookie in his wedding attire based on the special costume “enemy of the corrupted” from CRK! Thanks again Vince!
Please send his muses asks, be nice to him but bully his muses! Also maybe commission him if you can!
cursed sammy x joey doomed yaoi
no the fuck they dont
bendy...
no...
stop...
dear god
Will... Will we ever see a post from you, @the-purest-vanilla-cookie, @silent-salt or @silver-trees-and-promises again? 🥺
No guarantee. But once I graduate I'll see what's next, and if I can, I'm restarting. I feel too bad leaving these things behind to rot... but if I do restart, expect less posts than in the beginning. I'm apparently terrible at being seen by other people who might want to rp, so the blog will probably die quickly... but I have ideas. A lot of ideas.
OOC: we have not fallen out! Don’t worry no drama has occurred. I just kinda got bored of CRK and have thus fallen out of love with the fandom
Nintendo Power issue 113 (October 1998)
To everyone saying it’s not real:
This post is how I've learned that the sexual meaning of "spit roast" has now become more well known than the literal meaning of roasting something on a spit, and the slangy way of using it to describe an ass kicking or a humiliating defeat is completely forgotten
They could NOT write this now 😭
I have completed my post war vacation, as Lord Commander requested of me. Alloy, Mozzarella Cookie and I visited various places in Crispia, and I even got to meet her... Eccentric friend, Smoked Cheese Cookie.
I will say, @silent-salt , you were right. I did quite enjoy the Dark Cacao Kingdom, although it was a lot more energetic than you made it sound. Perhaps it was because of the weird concert happening in the palace?
I will say, that concert was "fire" as the young cookies say. That band Huntr/x has gained a new fan, even if I can't discern what flavors the members are supposed to be...
“The concert caught on fire?! Also what is a concert?!”
From what I understand, a concert is an event where cookies gather to watch a musical group play. As for "fire", it is modern day slang for "very good" or "awesome".
“Oh thank goodness I was worried you had to put out a fire during your vacation.”
Oh, I did, but that was unrelated. Let's just say Alloy saw a torch in the Golden Cheese Kingdom, thought the strange green flame was pretty, and proceeded to run around holding the torch and inadvertently setting fire to one of the newly rebuilt houses...
That was "fun" to take care of.
“Horses have no self-preservation instinct it seems, especially undead ones, isn't that right sir almost ran through a shut door?”
Nox turns his head in Salt Cellar and Silent Salt cookie’s direction
Almost ran through a shut door? How do you even manage such a thing, Nox? It seems your daughter has inherited your "curious" nature, I suppose.
*the sound of Alloy running into a door a few yards away echoes through the area*
...I stand with my statement even further.
“One cannot help but appreciate the beauty and majesty of the noble horse…”
I have completed my post war vacation, as Lord Commander requested of me. Alloy, Mozzarella Cookie and I visited various places in Crispia, and I even got to meet her... Eccentric friend, Smoked Cheese Cookie.
I will say, @silent-salt , you were right. I did quite enjoy the Dark Cacao Kingdom, although it was a lot more energetic than you made it sound. Perhaps it was because of the weird concert happening in the palace?
I will say, that concert was "fire" as the young cookies say. That band Huntr/x has gained a new fan, even if I can't discern what flavors the members are supposed to be...
“The concert caught on fire?! Also what is a concert?!”
From what I understand, a concert is an event where cookies gather to watch a musical group play. As for "fire", it is modern day slang for "very good" or "awesome".
“Oh thank goodness I was worried you had to put out a fire during your vacation.”
Oh, I did, but that was unrelated. Let's just say Alloy saw a torch in the Golden Cheese Kingdom, thought the strange green flame was pretty, and proceeded to run around holding the torch and inadvertently setting fire to one of the newly rebuilt houses...
That was "fun" to take care of.
“Horses have no self-preservation instinct it seems, especially undead ones, isn't that right sir almost ran through a shut door?”
Nox turns his head in Salt Cellar and Silent Salt cookie’s direction
I have completed my post war vacation, as Lord Commander requested of me. Alloy, Mozzarella Cookie and I visited various places in Crispia, and I even got to meet her... Eccentric friend, Smoked Cheese Cookie.
I will say, @silent-salt , you were right. I did quite enjoy the Dark Cacao Kingdom, although it was a lot more energetic than you made it sound. Perhaps it was because of the weird concert happening in the palace?
I will say, that concert was "fire" as the young cookies say. That band Huntr/x has gained a new fan, even if I can't discern what flavors the members are supposed to be...
“The concert caught on fire?! Also what is a concert?!”
From what I understand, a concert is an event where cookies gather to watch a musical group play. As for "fire", it is modern day slang for "very good" or "awesome".
“Oh thank goodness I was worried you had to put out a fire during your vacation.”
I have completed my post war vacation, as Lord Commander requested of me. Alloy, Mozzarella Cookie and I visited various places in Crispia, and I even got to meet her... Eccentric friend, Smoked Cheese Cookie.
I will say, @silent-salt , you were right. I did quite enjoy the Dark Cacao Kingdom, although it was a lot more energetic than you made it sound. Perhaps it was because of the weird concert happening in the palace?
I will say, that concert was "fire" as the young cookies say. That band Huntr/x has gained a new fan, even if I can't discern what flavors the members are supposed to be...
“The concert caught on fire?! Also what is a concert?!”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
NO? Why would I EVER do that?!
And he's terrified, fun.
I wish Solidarity was here...
“Solidarity… you mean… the salt of solidarity?”
Yeah, as in? My best friend?
“I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’ll be seeing him again… not since you killed him.”
Excuse me? What? No! No, I'd never! HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM? HES FINE, RIGHT?!
“He used to be me… what you see now is a hollow shell of what remains of the cookie i was before…”
...what? No, no, I couldn't... I'd never... wh-what have I done...?
“You remember the knights of Kala Namek right? My knights? The ones I trained and fought beside?”
Looks like he put the pieces together.
I-I didn't... did I...? Please, I-I don't understand, why?!
“I wish I could tell you, but I honestly don’t know… but from what you tell me, you set your pawns upon them merely out of boredom.”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
NO? Why would I EVER do that?!
And he's terrified, fun.
I wish Solidarity was here...
“Solidarity… you mean… the salt of solidarity?”
Yeah, as in? My best friend?
“I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’ll be seeing him again… not since you killed him.”
Excuse me? What? No! No, I'd never! HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM? HES FINE, RIGHT?!
“He used to be me… what you see now is a hollow shell of what remains of the cookie i was before…”
...what? No, no, I couldn't... I'd never... wh-what have I done...?
“You remember the knights of Kala Namek right? My knights? The ones I trained and fought beside?”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
NO? Why would I EVER do that?!
And he's terrified, fun.
I wish Solidarity was here...
“Solidarity… you mean… the salt of solidarity?”
Yeah, as in? My best friend?
“I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’ll be seeing him again… not since you killed him.”
Excuse me? What? No! No, I'd never! HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM? HES FINE, RIGHT?!
“He used to be me… what you see now is a hollow shell of what remains of the cookie i was before…”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
NO? Why would I EVER do that?!
And he's terrified, fun.
I wish Solidarity was here...
“Solidarity… you mean… the salt of solidarity?”
Yeah, as in? My best friend?
“I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’ll be seeing him again… not since you killed him.”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
NO? Why would I EVER do that?!
And he's terrified, fun.
I wish Solidarity was here...
“Solidarity… you mean… the salt of solidarity?”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
For one thing, I'm almost certain I had more arms... and all these marks weren't there... and this thing in my chest... ugh. Everything feels wrong! Is all this connected to what you were saying about me ruining your life?
“In a way yes… and yes you did in fact have more arms once… but you tore them off I believe.”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
He seems baffled.
The... thing you hate me for? That I still don't know what it is? And why is my body all wrong?
“I’ll have to tell you later and may I ask what you mean by your body being all wrong?”
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
I'm still lost... when did this even happen?
“When did what happen
@new-tides-of-change
The Spice Wildlands are abnormally quiet. Sure, there's SOME fighting going on, as was typical, but it was nowhere near as intense as expected. The scent of jam mixed with the spice in the air. Something had happened here.
Up ahead, a large silhouette stood, a normally intimidating figure... but unarmed. No axe in his hand.
“Ah if it isn't the burning wretch…”
He's surprisingly jumpy. GAH!!! Don't sneak up on me... uh. Whoa. Can I... help you?
(apologies for the formatting. Spiceboi is on phone.)
“‘Help?’ huh… i didn't think you still understood the meaning of that word.”
...??? Huh? What are you talking about? Do I know you?
Oh, hes broken.
“…is that meant to be some sort of joke?”
No...? I mean, you seem serious? Why would I joke in a serious situation? For real though. Do I know you?
“Yes, unfortunately.”
...why are you so hostile? You act like I personally ruined your life, but I genuinely do not remember seeing you ever...
He doesn't. Remember. Doesn't remember!
“…i act so for you did ruin my life.”
How'd I do that to someone I didn't even know existed till now... look. I just wanna find my friend and see if he understands what's going on. Nothing makes any sense. Im not here for a fight.
A bit of jam is trickling down the side of his head...
“You are bleeding… you should take the weight off your feet for now.”
...huh?
He finally noticed it.
Well, figured out why my head hurts. Wish I had something to bandage this with, this place is a decent ways from my temple...
“Don’t move… I have a supply bag with me… I know basic first aid. Just hold very still for me.”
Silent salt cookie reached into a satchel he carried with him and pulled out some disinfectant and some cloth bandages
...oh, ok. But... if you're so mad about something I apparently did, why would you help me...?
“Because if what you’re saying is true you remember doing such a thing…”
