Dynamic Duo!

Upon Cuphead trying to cast the healing spell, Ales felt a gentle tingle where the cut was, however it seemed to do very little, and the cut refused to budge. He stared at it for a little while, as if expecting the spell to slowly take effect. Nothing happened. A look of disappointment flashed across his eyes, but he didn’t seem particularly bothered.

“Healing magic isn’t that easy,” he admitted, “I don’t really know much of it myself. If you really want to learn, a Teensie Doctor would be your best bet.” Scratching at the skin around the cut, being sure to keep his nails away from it, the Teensie tilted his head to one side in thought.

He eventually rolled down his sleeve with a shake of his head, “Don’t really even have any advice for you, either.” Ales shrugged. He placed his hands on his hips, “Why not show me some of your other magic? You know, the stuff you’ve already practiced.”

Practicing his magic was something that Cuphead had unfortunate experiences with... being that most of his practice was near and sometimes actual death related. “Let’s see...” He starts, tapping his chin as he figures out what to show off. “Oh! Here’s a trick Chalice taught me!” 

Mouthy little brat.

Saltbaker is quick on the take, and catches up with them and their short little legs with a brisk stride, knife still in hand. The hallway is long, dark, and underground. The only way out the trap door. With a sneer growing ever-wider, he reaches for Cuphead’s handle - if he snagged one, the other surely wouldn’t abandon him,

“You think I’d let you leave?! I don’t know whether to be glad or insulted that such a pair of dim-witted waifs could have jeopardised what I’ve worked for!”

As the two cups make a break down the hallway towards the trap door that would lead them out, they could hear the stomping behind them as Saltbaker attempted to catch up. Quick thinking honed in the past could only go so far; allowing the two to react quickly to unexpected obstacles in front of them. 

Unfortunately, neither of them were focusing behind them- and Cuphead finds himself grabbed by the handle and pulled up and away from his brother. “Wha-hey! Lemme go!” He shouts, wiggling and trying to reach behind him to get free, as futile as that was. Cuphead certainly was not the type to go down without a fight. 

“Oh! it seems we won’t be pulling any straws after all,” he croons, and part of him contemplates trying to take the mug simply out of spite, but if Cuphead is oh-so brave, then who is he to be picky?

He lets the knife twirl idly between a couple fingers, before flicking upright. “Did you two honestly think you could bring someone back to life with no quid-pro-quo? You bid me resurrect Chalice - this is the price, my little ones.”

“You never told us about this until just now!” Cuphead retorts. “How were we supposed to know one of our souls was going to be required for this thing?” In all honesty, they’d find some other way to bring her back. There had to be some other way out there somewhere. 

Cuphead can be fiercely protective of those he cares about. He'll put himself in harm's way to defend you if he cares about you, though he also is the type to be like 'Hey nobody can mess with them but me' too, since he'll often mess with the folks he cares about.

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“Well, boys, we’re certainly in a pickle. I need only one soul for the Wondertart, yet I have two little cups. Shall we decide with rock-paper-scissors? Eeeny-meeny? Drawing straws, perhaps? Hm-hm.” 

which foods do they eat the least? which do they dislike? 

where are you most likely to hear music being played?

can my muse play any traditional instruments from their culture?

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1- More often than not, the bros will be eating homecooked foods, made with the veggies grown in their Elder Kettle’s garden!

2- Not too sure, honestly. Sorry!

3- The Fairgrounds, if there’s one in town. If not, then usually around downtown.

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