manju-cookie

[manju-cookie]

Manju laughs with a high-pitched fox-like chatter.

"No, no, my dear client! I was implying a rendezvous to a cafe! Alcohol is far too harmful on the body and mind..."

He casually blows a puff from his pipe, not registering the irony of his words.

a small draconic Cookie skipped along the harbor, tail jewelry jingling wherever they went.

Oh ho ho, the tempting sound of jewellery! Where there was evidence of fortune, there was Manju, ready to strike a deal.

He obstructs the dragon Cookie's path, smiling kindly and casually twirling a pipe between his fingers.

"Well met little one!"

[manju-cookie]

Jewellery? Manju could feel his tail shaking at the mere mention of it.

"My dear friend, your craftsmanship is incredible!~ You truly strike me as a Cookie with refined expertise!~ Say, would you like a drink with me?"

a small draconic Cookie skipped along the harbor, tail jewelry jingling wherever they went.

Oh ho ho, the tempting sound of jewellery! Where there was evidence of fortune, there was Manju, ready to strike a deal.

He obstructs the dragon Cookie's path, smiling kindly and casually twirling a pipe between his fingers.

"Well met little one!"

[manju-cookie]

Twirl twirl.

Silent footsteps. Silent breath. The fox slowly stalks outside of Crunchy Chip's peripherals while his attention is elsewhere.

Twirl.

For a Cookie whose job is to patrol the borders, he really is fascinatingly blind. To let a total stranger into his home... is he kind, overconfident, or simply naive?

The spinning stops.

Manju is behind Crunchy Chip now, with the metal pipe held high and ready to swing.

Woe, fox be upon ye.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. A severely underdressed Cookie was traversing the snowy fields. He squinted hard through the storm at a map in his hands, then sighed defeatedly and rolled it back up. There was little use trying to read it if his hands couldn't stop shaking it.

"Why is it so difficult to locate the Dark Cacao Kingdom in a sea of white?"

// @manju-cookie

Through the howling winds, a low growl sounds. Footsteps pound across the snow, and giant—

—creature(?!) makes itself known from behind the rocks nearby, stalking toward the merchant Cookie. It may have white fur, but the black claws and black face with piercing eyes made danger evident. That, and how hungry it looked was no invitation to dance either.

A shrill whistle sounds from the mountains, but all that is silent for a beat.

The horrid animal lunges for Manju, jaws opening to take a bite, but it's stopped in midair and yanked backwards. Hordes of more, different creatures jump out from the trees, mountain, and snow, snarling and barking. Ah! Wolves. He was witnessing a hunt.

One wolf bumps past him, and he takes note of the gear it's wearing. Armor, and bags. No ordinary wolf would get its paws on that... Hm. Was this the domain of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's unsung animal tamers?

A warm pelt is draped over his shoulders and held in place by someone else's hand.

"You're lucky we found you, bub. Any longer out here in that and you wouldve frozen to crumbling."

[manju-cookie]

the ear petting isn’t enough i need to eat you

"Careful now, dear client. I'll bite back."

"On second thought I think some of you would want that..."

[manju-cookie]

Twirl twirl. Manju disheartenedly watches him leave for the bird. He sniffs the air and catches a scent that goes against his assumptions.

"That's not from the Dark Cacao Kingdom, is it?"

Woe, fox be upon ye.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. A severely underdressed Cookie was traversing the snowy fields. He squinted hard through the storm at a map in his hands, then sighed defeatedly and rolled it back up. There was little use trying to read it if his hands couldn't stop shaking it.

"Why is it so difficult to locate the Dark Cacao Kingdom in a sea of white?"

// @manju-cookie

Through the howling winds, a low growl sounds. Footsteps pound across the snow, and giant—

—creature(?!) makes itself known from behind the rocks nearby, stalking toward the merchant Cookie. It may have white fur, but the black claws and black face with piercing eyes made danger evident. That, and how hungry it looked was no invitation to dance either.

A shrill whistle sounds from the mountains, but all that is silent for a beat.

The horrid animal lunges for Manju, jaws opening to take a bite, but it's stopped in midair and yanked backwards. Hordes of more, different creatures jump out from the trees, mountain, and snow, snarling and barking. Ah! Wolves. He was witnessing a hunt.

One wolf bumps past him, and he takes note of the gear it's wearing. Armor, and bags. No ordinary wolf would get its paws on that... Hm. Was this the domain of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's unsung animal tamers?

A warm pelt is draped over his shoulders and held in place by someone else's hand.

"You're lucky we found you, bub. Any longer out here in that and you wouldve frozen to crumbling."

[manju-cookie]

A wry laugh escapes him. The pipe continues to ring as his claws come in contact with its metal, producing an eerie echo throughout the barracks.

"No thank you, my dear. I'm afraid chocolate isn't good for foxes..."

Twirl twirl. His gaze lands on Crunchy Chip, less interested in his eyes and more so on other places. Twirl twirl.

Woe, fox be upon ye.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. A severely underdressed Cookie was traversing the snowy fields. He squinted hard through the storm at a map in his hands, then sighed defeatedly and rolled it back up. There was little use trying to read it if his hands couldn't stop shaking it.

"Why is it so difficult to locate the Dark Cacao Kingdom in a sea of white?"

// @manju-cookie

Through the howling winds, a low growl sounds. Footsteps pound across the snow, and giant—

—creature(?!) makes itself known from behind the rocks nearby, stalking toward the merchant Cookie. It may have white fur, but the black claws and black face with piercing eyes made danger evident. That, and how hungry it looked was no invitation to dance either.

A shrill whistle sounds from the mountains, but all that is silent for a beat.

The horrid animal lunges for Manju, jaws opening to take a bite, but it's stopped in midair and yanked backwards. Hordes of more, different creatures jump out from the trees, mountain, and snow, snarling and barking. Ah! Wolves. He was witnessing a hunt.

One wolf bumps past him, and he takes note of the gear it's wearing. Armor, and bags. No ordinary wolf would get its paws on that... Hm. Was this the domain of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's unsung animal tamers?

A warm pelt is draped over his shoulders and held in place by someone else's hand.

"You're lucky we found you, bub. Any longer out here in that and you wouldve frozen to crumbling."

[manju-cookie]

Thank goodness, he wouldn't have to deal with the bigger wolves. One puppy is more than enough!

"No need. I've procured a talent for memorising numbers."

Manju finishes playing with the puppy and returns to his full height. He lazily glances around, absent-mindedly twirling a pipe between his fingers.

"Say, you don't mind if I smoke in here do you? I'll show you something worth your while!~"

Woe, fox be upon ye.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. A severely underdressed Cookie was traversing the snowy fields. He squinted hard through the storm at a map in his hands, then sighed defeatedly and rolled it back up. There was little use trying to read it if his hands couldn't stop shaking it.

"Why is it so difficult to locate the Dark Cacao Kingdom in a sea of white?"

// @manju-cookie

Through the howling winds, a low growl sounds. Footsteps pound across the snow, and giant—

—creature(?!) makes itself known from behind the rocks nearby, stalking toward the merchant Cookie. It may have white fur, but the black claws and black face with piercing eyes made danger evident. That, and how hungry it looked was no invitation to dance either.

A shrill whistle sounds from the mountains, but all that is silent for a beat.

The horrid animal lunges for Manju, jaws opening to take a bite, but it's stopped in midair and yanked backwards. Hordes of more, different creatures jump out from the trees, mountain, and snow, snarling and barking. Ah! Wolves. He was witnessing a hunt.

One wolf bumps past him, and he takes note of the gear it's wearing. Armor, and bags. No ordinary wolf would get its paws on that... Hm. Was this the domain of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's unsung animal tamers?

A warm pelt is draped over his shoulders and held in place by someone else's hand.

"You're lucky we found you, bub. Any longer out here in that and you wouldve frozen to crumbling."

[manju-cookie]

star jelllies wont do i need to bite your ears

definitely NOT lav...

"Unfortunately we do not offer any ear-biting plans... Not anymore after last time. Instead may I interest you in the deluxe ear-petting package for only 2,999 Coin?"

[manju-cookie]

Manju's ears pricked up. Initially he was adamant about returning the favour just so he could spread his guild's name. But his intentions had changed over the course of their conversation. Now he was looking for an excuse to pester Crunchy Chip.

"Can do!~ Do you perhaps have their measurements on hand? Otherwise I can– You, can get the numbers."

Woe, fox be upon ye.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. A severely underdressed Cookie was traversing the snowy fields. He squinted hard through the storm at a map in his hands, then sighed defeatedly and rolled it back up. There was little use trying to read it if his hands couldn't stop shaking it.

"Why is it so difficult to locate the Dark Cacao Kingdom in a sea of white?"

// @manju-cookie

Through the howling winds, a low growl sounds. Footsteps pound across the snow, and giant—

—creature(?!) makes itself known from behind the rocks nearby, stalking toward the merchant Cookie. It may have white fur, but the black claws and black face with piercing eyes made danger evident. That, and how hungry it looked was no invitation to dance either.

A shrill whistle sounds from the mountains, but all that is silent for a beat.

The horrid animal lunges for Manju, jaws opening to take a bite, but it's stopped in midair and yanked backwards. Hordes of more, different creatures jump out from the trees, mountain, and snow, snarling and barking. Ah! Wolves. He was witnessing a hunt.

One wolf bumps past him, and he takes note of the gear it's wearing. Armor, and bags. No ordinary wolf would get its paws on that... Hm. Was this the domain of the Dark Cacao Kingdom's unsung animal tamers?

A warm pelt is draped over his shoulders and held in place by someone else's hand.

"You're lucky we found you, bub. Any longer out here in that and you wouldve frozen to crumbling."

[manju-cookie]

as the anon that wanted to grab your tail and spin you around i meant it in a cuteness aggression wayW AIT DONT KICK ME OUT IM SORYR

"Hehe!~ It's alright, it isn't the strangest thing clients have said to me. You're always welcome to visit us!"

[manju-cookie]

"Oh my, your words sting!~ I was just about to give you this peace offering, free of charge, but now I think I'll pass it to a Cookie who truly respects contracts with their clients."

Despite his words, Manju presents the small black box to Jagae anyway. He smiles warmly, almost appearing genuine for once.

"Jagae Cookieee!~

A mischievous voice singsongs in the air. Manju Cookie appears from behind, fluffy ears wiggling with the anticipation of spooking her.

"Since we agreed to become friends for that adorable little king, I don't suppose you mind if I tour your ship now and then?"

// @manju-cookie

-That voice.. Oh, it annoyed her greatly. That sly buttercream fox really needed to get more hobbies than pestering her at every given moment. Jagae flinched slightly, snapping around to look at Manju Cookie with a less than pleased expression on her face.-

“Aye, just because we made a deal with the kid does not mean I'll be allowing you to waltz around my ship like ya own the place. Not a tourist destination!”

[manju-cookie]

"Hehe!~ Thank you little one! I guarantee you no magic is involved here, only authenticity!~

May I ask about you? It looks like you've spent a long time on your presentation too! I wouldn't mind knowing where you got your outfit from!"

(In the staff-only room, a cookie was sitting. A cookie that definitely didn't belong in the staff only room, yet she was sitting on the table as if she owned the place. Maybe she was lost, and thought this was another room? If she was a theif, she would have probably tried concealing her presence somehow.)

Finally, a chance to unwind and take a break from sweet talking customers! Manju Cookie was looking forward to his lunch break, whistling happily as he trotted to the staff only room. Lunch! Lunch! L-

Oh.

His plans would have to wait a little longer. He begrudgingly puts on a charming smile and waves to the mysterious Cookie.

"My apologies, I didn't see you walk in! If you're looking for wares I believe they'll be waiting for you on deck."

[manju-cookie]

how often do you smoke with your kiseru pipe?

"Whenever Jagae Cookie opens her mouth."

[manju-cookie]

what if i said i wanna grab your tail and spin you around like a lasso

"Hah. You talk like a Cookie from the Jagae Guild. Please come with me, I'll show you the way out."

[manju-cookie]

how much coins for the premium ear-petting session 🥺

"2,500 Coin! But since you're one of my favourite clients, I'll nudge it down to only 2,000 Coin!~ Shh, don't go telling any Cookie about this, okaaay?~"

[manju-cookie]

Your greed sickens me

"May I interest you in our remedies for that sickness?~"

[manju-cookie]

are your ears fluffy. they look fluffy.

"Yes they are, my astute client!~ Please browse at your leisure, I really do not mind! Perhaps if you keep your eyes on me you'll be tempted to buy the premium ear-petting session?~"