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Dark Choco Cookie glanced at Licorice Cookie as they both walked away from the old church. He had noticed since the meeting started that the cookie had something… odd in his hair. Not to mention the way it looked more poofy then usual. He tried to hide it with his hood but failed as Poison Mushroom Cookie had tried to point it out. But the cookie had shushed the small child.
Pomegranate seemed uninterested though, so the meeting continued.
And now that the meeting was over he wanted to address it.
“Hey, Licorice Cookie?”
“Hmm… What do you want?” He asked rather pointedly.
“What’s this-“ Licorice flinched as Dark Choco’s hand touched it and he seemed to realize what it was.“Is that a-“
“IT'S NOTHING! BYE!” Licorice yelled. But Dark Choco grabbed onto the object and yanked it out of the cookie's hair.
Licorice yelled in protest but when Dark Choco got it out he let out a relieved sigh. He turned to see the knight holding the hair brush that had gotten stuck in his hair that morning. “This was in your hair the whole meeting?” He asked, looking over the strands of purple on the brush.
Licorice growled in frustration. “Yeah! It’s just a little tough, okay! Not all of us were lucky enough to have beautiful, straight locks. Some of us need more TLC than usual.”
When he was done the cookie prince looked at him in surprise and said, “You think my hair is beautiful?”
Oh, crumbs. He just did that, didn’t he?
“Uh- well… when you… the way it’s… uh…” the poor cookie was at a loss for words.
“It’s… nice,” Licorice’s cheeks turned bright red.
Dark Choco looked away, nervously.
“Well… if you need help with your hair…” He handed Licorice the brush. “Let me know…” Ha said.
With that the dark prince walks off, leaving the blushing reaper rethinking everything that had just happened.