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Side to side, just trying to carefully step on the snow and trying to find firm ground to not let any of these boxes fall into a huge sugary mess. He wasn’t trying to make a big deal out of this but he had spent a lot of time making these sweets. Every single one was decorated to perfection. Initially Mint had planned to bring just one cake, a simple chocolate one that his…That Creamy said he liked it so much after trying it.
But once he started to bake, he just could not stop. Thinking and going over what he was going to say. And pin/pointing what he was going to say if it went in a different direction. He whipped the lemon meringue when the idea of them splitting off came to his head. Would Creamy erase his memory? Would he just take a harsher approach and spirit him away??
He did leave a note… Just in case he didn’t return that afternoon.
The way to Creamy’s house wasn’t that far off from him it was very close to a couple of other houses. The housing on the island wasn’t much of a problem. They didn’t stay empty too long, even after someone moved, they would be occupied. And yet Creamy’s side seemed to be… Quieter than the usual neighbor.
Maybe he was keeping it that way, maybe it was magic to keep other penguins away. Maybe Creamy wanted to be left alone.
“Do you need some help with that?” He was sitting by the steps to the door of the house. Still disguised as a penguin. How long had he been waiting there? Creamy smiled, he felt happy that Mint had taken h invitation, after all this time. But they could spend it just like normal. No weird attacks, no penguins becoming evil thanks to magic.
Creamy himself felt a bit scared too. During that last discussion, he didn’t want to call it a fight, but couples did fight occasionally. He hoped that this would at least manage to soothe things down a bit more. Mint stumbled a little as he adjusted the boxes with a quick nod.
“I thought you would be waiting inside.”
“Yeah, I was going to but I forgot we had to get inside my house first.”
The other penguin was confused, raising a brow as Creamy took some of the boxes and gestured the door with his head. Mint had been inside Creamy’s house before, it wasn’t anything interesting. It was a little bare, but he had blamed that on the fact that the supposed penguin had recently moved.
When they walked in, it was still bare, with a single couch and a lamp in the middle. He was going to keep walking until Creamy took his flipper, making him a bit flustered as they walked back out. Then waited for a spot.
When they walked in he almost ran back out when the swirl of colors attacked them. The door closed behind them with a slam as his eyes adjusted back to the light. “Woah…”
Mint watched as everything around him grew to live. Quite literally as they rose like the sunflowers looking for their namesake. Maybe he was shrinking instead. If he had been asked a few days before he would have denied this place to be Creamy’s house. That it was something out of a watercolor painting from a penvictorian artist. There was no shortage of color.
The house was perfect for a fairy to live in. With soft pink hues mixing with deep purples and oranges you could say that he was walking in the sunset. The walls were covered in pictures of flowers, stained papers with beautiful pictures of seals with pretty dresses just like Creamy. “Come on! I have the water already boiling for us.”
He glanced up, there was the seal, wearing a yellow overall that was maybe a bit too big for him because the fabric gathered and layered around his ankles with a beautiful mayflower embroidered on the side. And the shirt, puffed sleeves, he managed to see the name Campion and 3°B stitched on the side of one sleeve.
“Yeah… I know that it’s a bit expected but I got a new tin that I wanted to try. It’s cherry with Tigerlily.”
A few seconds passed, staring at each other for a split. Lingering in the air.
“So this is your house?”
“Yeah! I like to keep it… Cheerful.”
“It certainly seems like it. Everything is so big. You’re really big.”
That made Creamy blush. Mint looked down, that had sounded so wrong as soon as he let it out of his mouth. He chuckled as he tried to alleviate the situation… When he heard barking. Coming down a set of stairs, came a whirl that was almost as big as him. A purple furry whirl with two silly little eyes and a yellow nose. A bow tied to its ear… Maybe it was holding more purple fur.
It came yapping at Mint, making him take a step back. “Uh… Creamy?! Is this one of the Monsters?!” An experiment gone wrong? Maybe Creamy was trying to study how to stop them.
“Luckily, no… This is Chanela, he’s my familiar. He’s not very smart.”
“You’re very stinky!! You are a stinky sweaty boy!!” The hairball ran around Mint, shouting stinky over and over again. Creamy tried to hold back the laughter as he watched his poor friend trying not to squish the poor creature into mashed fur. “That’s enough of that.” Creamy picked Chanela up, Mint heard him bark still as they waltzed off into the kitchen.
Very well decorated like the rest of the house. A whistle was heard.
The kettle was letting out steam. Creamy placed the pastry boxes on the old wooden table. Using a wash clothe to pick them up from the fire and move it to a cooler fireless part of the stove. He hummed as he looked for the tin of tea, putting down an aquamarine-colored teapot.
Mint watched, and not wanting to feel useless and leave Creamy with all the work, he moved closer. “Do you need any help? I’ll set up the table while-“
“That’s okay, I got it.” The cabinets opened with a soft lavender glow around them. Creamy grabbed a scoop. The plates swirled around the air before being placed on the table. He added three scoops of the tea, one for the teapot and two for Mint and him. The cakes were lifted out of their boxes, being placed on plates.
Mint watched in awe as his cakes were floating in the air only to be delicately put on mismatched china plates. He watched as the whole table was set by Creamy while still standing by the old stove, pouring down the water over the leaves. Even Chanela got his own little treat on a plate by the backdoor. He yipped as he began to munch.
“There we go.” He dropped a cozy over the teapot, carried it to the table, looking down for a moment. Creamy felt his fur fluff up with a bit of fear and worry, Mint, was staring around the kitchen still, he gulped softly, glancing down. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean… I just do it like that every time, you could’ve helped, it was just a force of habit.”
“It’s fine… I just… I’ve never seen a flying cake before.”
“It was mighty impressive, and you always do it like that?”
“Yeah, when I have too much in my head. I just do it.” He pulled the chair back for him, Mint glanced at his chair and then back at Creamy. “I don’t know how you expect me to do that.” His forehead even touched the seat of the chair. Creamy giggled as he moved his hands awkwardly, gently picking up Mint and putting him in the chair.
He still couldn’t reach the table. Creamy looked down a bit, touching the table to make it float up, it worked nicely. At least it would do for now. Creamy smiled as he moved back, settling into his place. He started cutting the chocolate cake first. It was his favorite.
The tea was poured and the cup floated by. They shrunk in size just right for Mint when they came to him. Neither of them waited long enough to have a bite of the cake. The strawberries on top were delicious.
Whenever Creamy had chocolate he always felt healed. It took him back to those days when he laid in bed, covered in burns so long and sparkly that he sometimes swore they were actually diamond shards underneath his skin. It was the first thing he hid with magic.
“Why… Did you lie about being a penguin?”
He heard their laughs and their sounds of disgust in the back of his. Echoing through the hallways.
“To blend in. I stick like a sore thumb.”
“Yeah, but… You could’ve stopped after the first attack.”
The fork scratched the surface of the old china, Creamy could have come clean after that. It would have been easier. It might have taken some explanation to do. But he was afraid, had they come to hurt Mint. He wanted to tell himself that it was to protect him, but that sounded like he just didn’t care.
And a bit of a lazy answer.
“I was afraid… That you would’ve been afraid of me.”
“I’m hard to scare.”
“Yeah, but I… I have jaws that bite and claws that catch. I read the newspaper article.”
He was afraid he was going to leave like everyone does. “But I’m here now, having a meal with you.” Creamy nodded, grabbing the strawberry and rubbing the leftover jam on it as a way to clean the plate. “I might’ve been surprised. But, I don’t know… I’ve seen weirder stuff.”
Mint shrugged. It was true, at this point in his life, only certain weird stuff could surprise him. Creamy tilted his head in curiosity. “It just started one day, when I thought those things were only child’s play, but when I saw that it was real… When you understand it, it becomes easy.”
Ah, so that was the stink that Chanela spoke about. The crystals above them shone like a flickering flame. Trying to clean something. “So, I don’t have to… Be a penguin anymore? Around you at least.”
“Nah… I think you look cute this way.”
“Uh hu… Are we going to mention you thought you were cheating on me with myself?”
“I don’t know, you got more tea?”
He did have more tea. And they moved on to something a bit more tart. Raspberry Mouse, it rode well with the bitter aftertaste of the chocolate, it was fluffy and it just melted into your mouth. Mint was very proud of that one. It had taken him so long to perfect how much time he could let it cool before it became a weird foamy thing in his mold.
“Slow down! I made it big enough for it to last.” Mint chuckled as he saw Creamy practically devouring it with glee. The crunch of the seeds it made just so much fun to eat.
The spoon sunk into the creamy dessert. Creamy moved his head softly as he made a napkin float towards Mint as he got one himself, cleaning his whispers. Mint wiggled the napkin a little, tilting his head as he glanced at Creamy. “Can you make something else float?”
He leaned forward on the table, putting his chin on his palms, gleefully excited and a bit daring. Creamy smirked as he tapped two fingers into the table, their spoons getting up and marching like little soldiers in the tablecloth before they bounced around each other , making shapes as they danced with each other, Mint clapped as they took into the air, swirling around each other before falling down once again.
Creamy smiled, nodding as he felt a brush creeping up his cheeks. He took another bite of the mouse
“It's not going to be normal being with me. The monsters, the magic, the whole being a seal thing… It’s all part of me, it's not going to disappear. It’s not like the cartoons where I only have to fight for a year. This could take my entire life even.”
It was his duty. He had made a promise to protect something so precious, even if that promise had changed. He couldn’t let go of his promise, Mint had to become part of it. “But you’re looking into a way of stopping the Monsters, right? You are not just… Going to keep letting it happen so you can save the day.”
“Never! I have to stop it, I just have to.”
“Then I’m going to help.”
Mint didn’t know he was going to help. He probably would end up doing more stupid stuff than helping Creamy, but he had been in some fights already, he had seen what he did. He twirled around that wand, but his sensitivity… He could find some information that not even books could have.
“Thank you but I already have a mascot character. I could totally put you in a bow.”
Creamy allowed himself to laugh, making Mint shake his head while he smiled. “I’m being serious. I’m standing in a juicy piece of information. And you are going to miss it.”
Mint fixed his glasses, looking at Creamy as he took the time to breathe. Looking at Mint with sweet eyes. The two of them, working together, it would be… Just amazing. He could already picture Mint next to him. He would have to protect him, sure, but it would be something out of love. Just as sweet as raspberry.
“Yes, okay… I would gladly take your help. It would be lovely for you to do so.”
“Awesome! Magical Boyfriend duo!”
That made his heart swell. They hadn’t discussed that yet and the meringue pie just seemed perfect for the discussion. But Creamy smiled, tilting his head to the side. “So, I’m your boyfriend?” He said it in such a teasing tone that it made the two of them blush.
“Y-Yeah! Of course, it was obvious in the subtext. It was clear from the beginning.”
Mint hadn’t noticed when Creamy stood up, scrambling back against his chair. He was awfully close, the penguin’s feathers fluffed up as the seal got closer to him, feeling their breaths on each other. It was calm, it was so… Chocolatey.
Kissing someone with a beak was quite interesting, but it wasn’t difficult, Creamy just had to take a little bit of effort, putting his hand under Mint’s chin, and smiling before breaking the tiny peck. Mint looked back, blinking as he licked his lips. “Can you do that again?”
The scent of chocolate and cherry had never been sweet.
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Hello! It´s me, Minty and @prizm-metamorphose talking about our oc´s relationship once again!! Mint and Creamy are so sweet <3
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