@floatpad • Blue and white mouse-coded man encounters an ACTUAL blue mouse, the parallels between them are plenty.
The door behind the parlor's counter opened with a quiet, brief creak— " I'm back, Rose— . " —before it came to a sudden stop, Pizzelle's shoulders rising in surprise as a result of being shushed. " O-oh, um... " It caught him off-guard, to say the least. Slowly, he let go of the doorknob and stepped out of his workshop— " Is... i-is something going on? " —visibly worried as he lowered his voice.
At first, all he saw was his girlfriend's back to him, he clearly fixated on... something on one of the booths' tables; so his concern was understandable. Turning her torso in his direction— " Just be reeeeeeeally quiet and come. " —she beckoned him with a hand before returning to watching over the table. " I don't wanna wake him up. "
(...'Him'?) " Wh-wh-what do you— ? " Immediately, without finishing his question, the candy maker tip-toed his way to the affected booth in question— (Please don't be a homeless guy, please don't be a homeless guy, please— .) —a knot forming in his throat as he leaned in from behind the baker to see... a box. One of the boxes they usually kept under the counter, to be precise. And it was open.
Of course, this was Rosette saying it— " Look insiiiiide. " —so he'd never mistrust her word. Still, with the utmost caution, he set both hands on the table and, after taking a deep breath, leaned in to see...
" I think he's some little kid's pet! " ...a mouse. An actual mouse, nestled up and napping between her pink mittens. " I spotted him outside, and it's preeeeetty cold today, so I had to pick him up. " Oh no. " Ain't he a cutie~ ? "