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Shadow Milk Cookie isn’t surprised that Burning Spice Cooke would wreak havoc after his transformation. He’s the Beast of Destruction after all. The thing is, he’ll return with scratches and such. Sure, he doesn’t mind, but it’s really worrying him. So tonight, the jester’s gonna do something about it.
“You should really take it easy on yourself this time.” Shadow Milk Cookie suggested with worry.
“I told you! Worry is pointless!” Burning Spice Cookie rebelled. He’s starting to show signs that his transformation is near.
“I understand that you want to destroy, but-“ He was cut off by the transformation. You know the expectations. Pseudo paws, fur, tail, cat-like muzzle, that kind of stuff. He’s used to it cuz pain tolerance.
The moment it came to an end, flames erupted from his back and tail with a wicked smile. That’s when Shadow Milk Cookie gave him a hug, something he hadn’t had in a while.
“Don’t.” He whispered. “You’re better off with some rest.”
To be fair, he doesn’t desire sleep, but he hasn’t slept in a while or so. As the flames died down, Burning Spice Cookie began to purr. While out of character, at least the Beast of Deceit knows he trusts him.