#⚔︎ e: pocky day

[quartzhearted]

🍪 STEALS THE BOX OF COOKIES AND RUNS

ONE DOES NOT STEAL FROM THE FORMER KING OF BRODIA.

morion doesn't know who this girl is---and seriously, she makes it really hard to figure that out---but no matter who she is, she's ballsy for pulling a move like that. morion had been enjoying his new box of these cookie sticks ( purchased from the monastery RheaMart ) when suddenly, a flash of red bolted in front of and then away from him. morion was confused.

but then he looked down.

and his cookies were GONE.

" HEY! " he bellows, yanking a training axe from its place propped on the monastery walls. whomever this belongs to, it's going to a good cause. " i dunno who you are, but i ain't lettin' you get away! "

with all of the might this man can muster, he hurls the dull axe down the path the thief takes. GIVE HIM HIS COOKIES BACK, FIEND!

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🍪 except he doesn't know wtf this game is. bro really just thought he'd give some of these suddenly popular biscuits to his homie :shrekmmh: accidental christmas yaoi

" woah! hey, if it ain't mister sabbatical himself! "

morion's had his eye on seteth ever since he came to the monastery. whoever he is, he commands a massive presence that is well-known to the staff and students both. even with no context, that earns a lot of respect.

seteth comes to him today with... a box of the pocky treats?! " are those for me? " morion asks, though he's sure he knows the answer. he laughs heartily and takes it, opening the packet and pulling out a single stick. " thanks! hey, since you're here... i challenge you to the cookie game! "

he places the stick in his mouth, grin so big the thing almost falls out. for morion's personality to come up against a stony one like seteth's... boy, he wonders how this game's gonna go. when the two are set in place, morion goes first.

they keep going, but it looks like seteth might not be here for the long run. he doesn't seem the type to entertain these kiddy games for too long...

...so morion thinks ' fuck it ' and shoves his face down the rest of the stick. the kiss is a little messy and their noses definitely knock, but all morion's minding is the reaction that's sure to come afterwards. he pulls away, smirking and swiping the underside of seteth's lip ( where crumbs from the cookie remain ).

" looks like i won! "

[quartzhearted]

🍪 but without the kissing part

(“Do you think there is a flavor I would like?” Alcryst asks. “I prefer the savory versions without the chocolate, but I should probably stick with something sweet if I want to play.”

He frowns at the colorful array of boxes. There’s so many choices, it’s honestly kind of overwhelming. “I only need one box, so buying a bunch would be a waste too…”)

nobody's really a sweets fan in the family. totally fair. morion himself isn't a huge fan of chocolate either---he's just become so addicted to these weird games that he's associated them with friendly fighting instead of actual snacks. they're not even that terrible. not something he'd seek out often, but still.

now he's standing with alcryst, trying to figure out which of the many flavors will be the best choice ( while morion himself keeps the crowd at bay with his wallish form ). he likes to think he can help make a tough decision every once in a while! choice paralysis is real---his boys need to focus their energy on important decisions and not what flavor of cookie to buy.

" hmm... yeah, i think everyone's expectin' sweets this time around, " morion muses, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. " the chocolate's not that bad, but lessee here... "

he grabs two boxes---one green and one brown. " one of these is green tea, " he hums, " an' the other one's just chocolate biscuit---no coating. these shouldn't be too offensive. try these, and any you don't eat, just give 'em to your old man. i'll figure out somethin' to do with 'em.

" and hey! maybe people will think it's fun to do the savory kind. get a box for yourself n' see if anyone else is a fan! "

[quartzhearted]

🍪 ”Consider it one of our bouts.” He offered the thin chocolate stick. “Here-“ He placed the uncovered end between his teeth with a smirk “I’ll even take the bare part. Perhaps that’ll give you an advantage.”

" oh yeah? kind of ya. "

morion gladly takes the chocolate end of the stick in his mouth the moment " bout " comes out of matthias'. a challenge is a challenge, brother! no rest for the wicked in this winding game of equality! last time's battle didn't go well... but this time he's sure to win! it's a chocolate stick. come on.

he bites down come his turn and takes a short moment to admire how nice these little sweets are. he's never had these before. do they make them in elyos? not too sweet, not offensive at all. yeah. good stuff.

oh! shoot! morion's thoughts about pocky have made him forget himself---matthias fast approaches from his own end, and morion is losing ground! not good, not good. he can't lose twice in a row!

but oh, how evil the world is. morion's attempt to correct himself is too strong and the force of his movement causes the cookie to break. surprisingly, however, matthias only wins by a hair. y'know what? that's okay.

" damn, now you're really lighting a fire under my ass, " morion mutters, chewing mournfully on his piece of cookie. " third time's the charm, it looks like. "

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🍪

sorry you said he would wrestle for the most cookie and it sounded like too funny a scenario to pass up so you better fight for that cookie buddy this is for your honor (and a snack)

morion isn't sure what's going on today, but he can't deny his interest.

for some reason, people have been going around the monastery playing games with little cookie sticks. some are chocolate, some are strawberry, others are some weird flavor he can't even imagine. some games are played with anxious, edging movement while others are one-and-done.

the common denominator? people are playing chicken with cookies. this is, like, an honor thing at this point.

morion's down to clown when it comes to competitions. get him riled up enough and he'll do anything for anything---as long as it means he comes out Number One. even for a cookie!

a young man approaches him with one such challenge. he holds a cookie stick between his fingers, but there's a glimmer of fight in the gaze he holds. morion knows it well. he meets it with a smile and a raise of arms.

" y'wanna fight for that thing, boy? " he growls, completely ready to wrestle this man for a snack. " if i take it from ya, it's all mine. get ready. "