Sweets the Slender

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

*She turns her gaze to the ground, almost mournfully—he tightens his grip around his fingers*

*A pitiful laugh*

….How is it that I miss a home I don’t even fully remember?

*Tears poke at his eyes*

……….They……. The anonymous, I mean…. said that it was gone. That my home is no longer— has been no longer for a while now.

*sniffle*

..*A smile stretched across his face as the tears fell harder*

I miss... I miss lots of things... I miss Hansel... And Gretel... And mama... And I can't get them back... And I messed up when I tried... But... But I got you now .. so.. so you got me too..!

Thank you… thank you so much….

*He smiles at candy; very wet face*

I have you.. I have you- and yes, you have me too. Please.. remember that.

*He nestles his head against its neck, sniffling*

*He pats it on the back, more surely this time*

Yes- yes.. you’re right. *warm chuckle* You’re very right. Neither of us are alone. I’m sure… everything will work out, as well.

*She thinks*

The anons… they.. mentioned something else. Apparently, if they are correct, there’s.. there’s other ‘survivors’— *sniff* other people, from where I was from, that are still alive..—

Maybe, just maybe… w- we could find them.. and… and I can know who I am from them. Even if.. even if my home is gone… if I could just know who I was… then I would have you and that.

*sniffle; she closes her eyes*

We can look..! We can look, and figure out who you are! And then we'll be happy! Happy happy happy!

...?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

*She turns her gaze to the ground, almost mournfully—he tightens his grip around his fingers*

*A pitiful laugh*

….How is it that I miss a home I don’t even fully remember?

*Tears poke at his eyes*

……….They……. The anonymous, I mean…. said that it was gone. That my home is no longer— has been no longer for a while now.

*sniffle*

..*A smile stretched across his face as the tears fell harder*

I miss... I miss lots of things... I miss Hansel... And Gretel... And mama... And I can't get them back... And I messed up when I tried... But... But I got you now .. so.. so you got me too..!

Thank you… thank you so much….

*He smiles at candy; very wet face*

I have you.. I have you- and yes, you have me too. Please.. remember that.

*He nestles his head against its neck, sniffling*

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

*She turns her gaze to the ground, almost mournfully—he tightens his grip around his fingers*

*A pitiful laugh*

….How is it that I miss a home I don’t even fully remember?

*Tears poke at his eyes*

……….They……. The anonymous, I mean…. said that it was gone. That my home is no longer— has been no longer for a while now.

*sniffle*

..*A smile stretched across his face as the tears fell harder*

I miss... I miss lots of things... I miss Hansel... And Gretel... And mama... And I can't get them back... And I messed up when I tried... But... But I got you now .. so.. so you got me too..!

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

*She turns her gaze to the ground, almost mournfully—he tightens his grip around his fingers*

*A pitiful laugh*

….How is it that I miss a home I don’t even fully remember?

*Tears poke at his eyes*

……….They……. The anonymous, I mean…. said that it was gone. That my home is no longer— has been no longer for a while now.

*sniffle*

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

*She turns her gaze to the ground, almost mournfully—he tightens his grip around his fingers*

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

Sugartwist. You can call me Sugartwist. And...

Kind of..? I live here, yes, but it's not mine... Its... My friend's?

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

Ah-

*He thinks for a moment, before turning to Sugartwist with a polite wave*

Apologies, hello! I’m…… well I still don’t know my name… Uh Sweets and I are traveling together to…! To. do… Do I tell him what Sweets did???

I’m- Sweets’ friend. Uh.. I don’t believe we need anything? Thank you for offering.

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ .......not its fault. It wasn't candies fault. Not candies fault that there was no animals anymore. Not its fault, not its fault. }

{ It raised a tendril and pointed. }

{ It was less of an issue since the food wasn't trying to fight back, but there was something vulnerable about it, in Sweets' humble opinion. Even angry (and it wasn't angry AT the goat, not really) Sweets wouldn't turn down the request. }

{ It missed its friends. }

Thank you again.

{ Was candy just bad? For needing meat? For being made of stolen bones and desecration? Sweets ruined everything candy touched. Sweets had killed the forest and killed them. Sweets had ruined Hansel and Gretel. }

*Once satisfied, he let a tentacle take the bucket back from him as another ripped a final handful of grass and dropped it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and ate.*

{ Experimentally, Sweets mimicked the goat, tearing out a small chunk of grass and popping it in its mouth. }

{ .... This ended poorly. }

Oh-

*She tried and failed to hold back a laugh, putting her hands over his mouth as he chuckled and giggled*

*She takes a deep breath*

—We have an entirely different diet!

*She laughs again*

But- what???

*She comes a little closer—just enough to show interest*

What is it you do not understand?

You like grass? You dont like meat?

It is because I am a plant eater, Sweets, as you are a meat eater. I do not like the taste of meat because I cannot digest it— it would be bad for me— you like the taste of meat because you can digest it. It is the same the other way around. I would not advise eating grass if you cannot digest it.

Kind of?

Well, it is not necessarily the taste changing, but the person’s reception….

Yes, it is! We are all unique in such strange ways.

*He clasps his hands together*

My apologies for laughing at you; you simply reminded me of myself.

*His smile curves slightly bigger*

I did!

It’s a bit hazy, but I have tried meat once when I was originally alive; someone gave it to me to try it, and I had the same feelings you had. *Laugh*

*She laughs it off with a grin, de-tensing after his brain catches up on what is happening*

I did it, I did it!

What? Oh.

That is.. a sound I make when I am surprised, I think—It is mostly instinctive. Perhaps its sound is due to me being part animal?

*He gives candy a curious look*

*She thinks for a second before (hesitantly) patting Sweets on the shoulder*

It’s alright, I know you didn’t. You were simply happy. Just ask me before you do something like that next time, please? I don’t particularly mind, but I surprise easily.

Oki doki!

Huh-?

Ah.

Oh well, I can just scoop it back up like so!

*She crouches down and shuffles the grass back into the bucket*

It came from the ground anyway.

*The bucket is returned to its usual hold*

I know you don't eat meat but I'm not reaaaalllllyyyyy meat. I think. It's like meat if meat was made of sweets! Sugar!

I would not attempt to eat or bite you?

..I am still a bit perplexed at how your entire forest is made of sugar

And I dunno.... It just is !

I have been told rather… concerning things by those anons before regarding things such as that

*He fidgets with her apron, avoiding Sweets’ gaze*

You are rather casual about people trying to eat you. It is…

….

A bit frightening, I suppose. Not in a way that you are frightening, but that… people would choose to hurt you in such a manner. That is what horrifies me. Curiosity or not… I cannot imagine asking to do that to another person.

…

And you…

I don't want to talk about that time!

{ Sweets caught a glimpse of something - small animal footprints. }

Ah- wait, Sweets!

{ Ah. There it was. }

{ A rabbit - a fat one. How lucky. }

{ For Sweets, anyway... }

{ It turned its head, then waved at a new bystander who had certainly not wanted to see this today. }

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ .......not its fault. It wasn't candies fault. Not candies fault that there was no animals anymore. Not its fault, not its fault. }

{ It raised a tendril and pointed. }

{ It was less of an issue since the food wasn't trying to fight back, but there was something vulnerable about it, in Sweets' humble opinion. Even angry (and it wasn't angry AT the goat, not really) Sweets wouldn't turn down the request. }

{ It missed its friends. }

Thank you again.

{ Was candy just bad? For needing meat? For being made of stolen bones and desecration? Sweets ruined everything candy touched. Sweets had killed the forest and killed them. Sweets had ruined Hansel and Gretel. }

*Once satisfied, he let a tentacle take the bucket back from him as another ripped a final handful of grass and dropped it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and ate.*

{ Experimentally, Sweets mimicked the goat, tearing out a small chunk of grass and popping it in its mouth. }

{ .... This ended poorly. }

Oh-

*She tried and failed to hold back a laugh, putting her hands over his mouth as he chuckled and giggled*

*She takes a deep breath*

—We have an entirely different diet!

*She laughs again*

But- what???

*She comes a little closer—just enough to show interest*

What is it you do not understand?

You like grass? You dont like meat?

It is because I am a plant eater, Sweets, as you are a meat eater. I do not like the taste of meat because I cannot digest it— it would be bad for me— you like the taste of meat because you can digest it. It is the same the other way around. I would not advise eating grass if you cannot digest it.

Kind of?

Well, it is not necessarily the taste changing, but the person’s reception….

Yes, it is! We are all unique in such strange ways.

*He clasps his hands together*

My apologies for laughing at you; you simply reminded me of myself.

*His smile curves slightly bigger*

I did!

It’s a bit hazy, but I have tried meat once when I was originally alive; someone gave it to me to try it, and I had the same feelings you had. *Laugh*

*She laughs it off with a grin, de-tensing after his brain catches up on what is happening*

I did it, I did it!

What? Oh.

That is.. a sound I make when I am surprised, I think—It is mostly instinctive. Perhaps its sound is due to me being part animal?

*He gives candy a curious look*

*She thinks for a second before (hesitantly) patting Sweets on the shoulder*

It’s alright, I know you didn’t. You were simply happy. Just ask me before you do something like that next time, please? I don’t particularly mind, but I surprise easily.

Oki doki!

Huh-?

Ah.

Oh well, I can just scoop it back up like so!

*She crouches down and shuffles the grass back into the bucket*

It came from the ground anyway.

*The bucket is returned to its usual hold*

I know you don't eat meat but I'm not reaaaalllllyyyyy meat. I think. It's like meat if meat was made of sweets! Sugar!

I would not attempt to eat or bite you?

..I am still a bit perplexed at how your entire forest is made of sugar

And I dunno.... It just is !

I have been told rather… concerning things by those anons before regarding things such as that

*He fidgets with her apron, avoiding Sweets’ gaze*

You are rather casual about people trying to eat you. It is…

….

A bit frightening, I suppose. Not in a way that you are frightening, but that… people would choose to hurt you in such a manner. That is what horrifies me. Curiosity or not… I cannot imagine asking to do that to another person.

…

And you…

I don't want to talk about that time!

{ Sweets caught a glimpse of something - small animal footprints. }

Ah- wait, Sweets!

{ Ah. There it was. }

{ A rabbit - a fat one. How lucky. }

{ For Sweets, anyway... }

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ .......not its fault. It wasn't candies fault. Not candies fault that there was no animals anymore. Not its fault, not its fault. }

{ It raised a tendril and pointed. }

{ It was less of an issue since the food wasn't trying to fight back, but there was something vulnerable about it, in Sweets' humble opinion. Even angry (and it wasn't angry AT the goat, not really) Sweets wouldn't turn down the request. }

{ It missed its friends. }

Thank you again.

{ Was candy just bad? For needing meat? For being made of stolen bones and desecration? Sweets ruined everything candy touched. Sweets had killed the forest and killed them. Sweets had ruined Hansel and Gretel. }

*Once satisfied, he let a tentacle take the bucket back from him as another ripped a final handful of grass and dropped it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and ate.*

{ Experimentally, Sweets mimicked the goat, tearing out a small chunk of grass and popping it in its mouth. }

{ .... This ended poorly. }

Oh-

*She tried and failed to hold back a laugh, putting her hands over his mouth as he chuckled and giggled*

*She takes a deep breath*

—We have an entirely different diet!

*She laughs again*

But- what???

*She comes a little closer—just enough to show interest*

What is it you do not understand?

You like grass? You dont like meat?

It is because I am a plant eater, Sweets, as you are a meat eater. I do not like the taste of meat because I cannot digest it— it would be bad for me— you like the taste of meat because you can digest it. It is the same the other way around. I would not advise eating grass if you cannot digest it.

Kind of?

Well, it is not necessarily the taste changing, but the person’s reception….

Yes, it is! We are all unique in such strange ways.

*He clasps his hands together*

My apologies for laughing at you; you simply reminded me of myself.

*His smile curves slightly bigger*

I did!

It’s a bit hazy, but I have tried meat once when I was originally alive; someone gave it to me to try it, and I had the same feelings you had. *Laugh*

*She laughs it off with a grin, de-tensing after his brain catches up on what is happening*

I did it, I did it!

What? Oh.

That is.. a sound I make when I am surprised, I think—It is mostly instinctive. Perhaps its sound is due to me being part animal?

*He gives candy a curious look*

*She thinks for a second before (hesitantly) patting Sweets on the shoulder*

It’s alright, I know you didn’t. You were simply happy. Just ask me before you do something like that next time, please? I don’t particularly mind, but I surprise easily.

Oki doki!

Huh-?

Ah.

Oh well, I can just scoop it back up like so!

*She crouches down and shuffles the grass back into the bucket*

It came from the ground anyway.

*The bucket is returned to its usual hold*

I know you don't eat meat but I'm not reaaaalllllyyyyy meat. I think. It's like meat if meat was made of sweets! Sugar!

I would not attempt to eat or bite you?

..I am still a bit perplexed at how your entire forest is made of sugar

And I dunno.... It just is !

I have been told rather… concerning things by those anons before regarding things such as that

*He fidgets with her apron, avoiding Sweets’ gaze*

You are rather casual about people trying to eat you. It is…

….

A bit frightening, I suppose. Not in a way that you are frightening, but that… people would choose to hurt you in such a manner. That is what horrifies me. Curiosity or not… I cannot imagine asking to do that to another person.

…

And you…

I don't want to talk about that time!

{ Sweets caught a glimpse of something - small animal footprints. }

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ .......not its fault. It wasn't candies fault. Not candies fault that there was no animals anymore. Not its fault, not its fault. }

{ It raised a tendril and pointed. }

{ It was less of an issue since the food wasn't trying to fight back, but there was something vulnerable about it, in Sweets' humble opinion. Even angry (and it wasn't angry AT the goat, not really) Sweets wouldn't turn down the request. }

{ It missed its friends. }

Thank you again.

{ Was candy just bad? For needing meat? For being made of stolen bones and desecration? Sweets ruined everything candy touched. Sweets had killed the forest and killed them. Sweets had ruined Hansel and Gretel. }

*Once satisfied, he let a tentacle take the bucket back from him as another ripped a final handful of grass and dropped it in her hands, which she brought to her mouth and ate.*

{ Experimentally, Sweets mimicked the goat, tearing out a small chunk of grass and popping it in its mouth. }

{ .... This ended poorly. }

Oh-

*She tried and failed to hold back a laugh, putting her hands over his mouth as he chuckled and giggled*

*She takes a deep breath*

—We have an entirely different diet!

*She laughs again*

But- what???

*She comes a little closer—just enough to show interest*

What is it you do not understand?

You like grass? You dont like meat?

It is because I am a plant eater, Sweets, as you are a meat eater. I do not like the taste of meat because I cannot digest it— it would be bad for me— you like the taste of meat because you can digest it. It is the same the other way around. I would not advise eating grass if you cannot digest it.

Kind of?

Well, it is not necessarily the taste changing, but the person’s reception….

Yes, it is! We are all unique in such strange ways.

*He clasps his hands together*

My apologies for laughing at you; you simply reminded me of myself.

*His smile curves slightly bigger*

I did!

It’s a bit hazy, but I have tried meat once when I was originally alive; someone gave it to me to try it, and I had the same feelings you had. *Laugh*

*She laughs it off with a grin, de-tensing after his brain catches up on what is happening*

I did it, I did it!

What? Oh.

That is.. a sound I make when I am surprised, I think—It is mostly instinctive. Perhaps its sound is due to me being part animal?

*He gives candy a curious look*

*She thinks for a second before (hesitantly) patting Sweets on the shoulder*

It’s alright, I know you didn’t. You were simply happy. Just ask me before you do something like that next time, please? I don’t particularly mind, but I surprise easily.

Oki doki!

Huh-?

Ah.

Oh well, I can just scoop it back up like so!

*She crouches down and shuffles the grass back into the bucket*

It came from the ground anyway.

*The bucket is returned to its usual hold*

I know you don't eat meat but I'm not reaaaalllllyyyyy meat. I think. It's like meat if meat was made of sweets! Sugar!

I would not attempt to eat or bite you?

..I am still a bit perplexed at how your entire forest is made of sugar

And I dunno.... It just is !

I have been told rather… concerning things by those anons before regarding things such as that

{ If nothing else, Sweets did continue to accompany the goat (from a distance) - but the carefree jubilation that characterized it beforehand was suppressed by something that had almost certainty been hiding deep below those layers of delight. }

We're almost out.

@slendersweets

*He has learned something new about herself, through a situation she despises being in, unfortunately. She really, really, dislikes letting problems sit— if there is any possible solution, he wants to find it as quickly as she can. She can be patient, yes, but not without any edge— regarding issues with communication especially. Why would one bury their emotions when it’s much more beneficial to talk about them? Why would one refuse to talk when it is so easy to do so? Oh- that thought gave her a feeling she can’t quite identify the source of. Hm.*

..Ah, good. Thank you for letting me know.

{ .......not its fault. It wasn't candies fault. Not candies fault that there was no animals anymore. Not its fault, not its fault. }

{ It raised a tendril and pointed. }

{ It was less of an issue since the food wasn't trying to fight back, but there was something vulnerable about it, in Sweets' humble opinion. Even angry (and it wasn't angry AT the goat, not really) Sweets wouldn't turn down the request. }

{ It missed its friends. }

Thank you again.