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The bustling atmosphere of Platter City was louder and congested than usual. Cookies' minding their own business, having a good time, wandering aimlessly. The moon shone over the crowd, clouds floating across the night sky.
Black Pudding chewed on his toothpick, gazing at the stars above. It was getting late, he had been patrolling for hours, calling it a day would be fine.
He informed both Bacon Roll and Jerky cookie to go on patrol around the area, through CookieChat (YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT A FEATURE IN OVENSMASH BUT FUCK IT) and because he wasn't feeling tired,
maybe a stroll around Meat Boulevard wouldn't hurt, right?
Occasionally, he'd get himself some light snack from street vendors, after all, Meat Boulevard is known for its street food.
However, Black Pudding had heavy dinner, eating skewers didn’t sound ideal.
Maybe he could try something new, anything that piques his interest.
Roaming in dark alleyways, his eyes darted from left to right until a vintage English pub caught his attention.
The building wasn't old, but definitely not new either. Its exteriors looked promising, like a warm welcome for the dark-haired cookie.
But the structure, the colors of the pub made him reminiscent of this specific, special cookie...
Ah yes, how could he forget him...
Camembert cookie.
Camembert cookie...
His ex.
Just thinking of him made Black Pudding's heart sink. But nevertheless, he twisted the doorknob firmly and entered the pub.
Inside, the cool air greeted him, Black Pudding could pick up on the faint Jazz music that lifts a weight off of his shoulders.
This place wasn't so bad.
The bartender gave him a quick nod before returning to his work. The dark-haired man made himself comfortable by placing his cape on the coat rack before sitting on a near-by bar stool.
He took a good look at the menu in front of him, scanning to see if there's anything that intrigues him.
"Blackberry mojito..." He muttered under his breath, catching the attention from the bartender.
"Are you ready to order, sir?"
"Most certainly." A familiar voice spoke up as soon as Black Pudding opened his mouth to reply.
No, this can't be...
"Any spirit should work, perhaps Whiskey? If so, I'll have three shots."
Black Pudding turned to his left side and saw him,
Camembert cookie in the dough, sitting next to him in a pub, in Meat Boulevard of all places.
The blonde sensed the swordsman’s gaze on him and glanced at the corner of his eyes, his fists clenching in annoyance.
His eyes widened in astonishment.
His brows slightly furrowed.
Teeth gritted firmly.
They locked gaze.
Camembert cookie and Black Pudding locked gaze.