Numbah 7
âFunny, didnât think the bridge troll would be anyoneâs first choice-â Cocoa Pretzels jested with a rather easy going smile, using this as an excuse to take a little break from kneading the dough for this next batch of buns. âUh, well, nameâs Cocoa Pretzels, I am twenty one years old, I use they/them pronouns, and Iâm Omniromantic. Now, my personality? Iâm pretty chill, down to earth, bit rude sometimes -â Buttercandy interjected âdoesnât listen very well!â giggling at the annoyed huff Cocoa gave in response, but they knew better than to argue with their boss. âAnyways, um, the best way I could describe my aesthetic would be if you found, like, a death metal album deep in the Abyssal Hollows and itâs covered in vines and stuff - yeah, that is my- â Buttercandy interrupted them yet again, nagging at them to finish kneading that dough so they could get those buns in the oven. Cocoa rolled their eyes, displeased but they did as asked. âSorry to cut this short, but, you heard the lady. Thanks for the talk and everything.â
