#( 🥚 ) -- noelle holiday

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Susie wipes flour from her face, narrowed eye slits like a stunned cat because quite simply, she was. She trades an awkward glance to Noelle who seems to be just as in cahoots as she is. The brute is askance to her own fault as she redirects her frustration to the crumpled &. exploded bag of flour in hand.

#ﾞ s ——— ❝ GOD DAMN BAGS, why're they made so small &. inaccessible ! I have claws, dammit ! Not shrimpish, soft hands like ... Kris. ❞ Susie's anger is misguided though, &. soon she finds herself sighing as she swipes the counter clean of the floury landmine (though her idea of clean is swiping it onto the floor and stamping it into the wooden planks).

A forked tongue emerges from her lips, flailing around her face as she licks the powder clean from her muzzle. The lizard covers her face in a somewhat shameful attempt to hide her improper manners. That is, until she's met with a hand towel and the proper means to clean up.

She takes deep breaths, focusing on Noelle's eyes again as she crouches down, wiping both her own face &. the floor. ❝ So I guess that means gingerbread day is ruined, huh ? ❞

There's a tinge of sadness, a sour vestige of Susie's resentment to the activity lingering in her mouth. She was angry, but not at Noelle or the bag, more-so herself. She hadn't meant to lash out, but she did. &. she regretted it. She wants to help, but it feels like everywhere she goes, she just causes more problems. [Christmas Spirit, my ass.]

She puckers a lip, failing to stop her snout from wrinkling at the negativity inside her. ❝ 'S there anything you want me to do ? ❞

@universalcarnival filled the interest tracker !

[eggsmuses-a]

✧.* -- Susie stared at the plate of gingerbread men in her hands, feeling sweat trickle down her forehead and slide past her cheek like a slippery slide in a water park – except this was not fun in any way.

“ Go tell her how you feel! ” They said, “ It'll be fun!! ” They said. They being Ms. Toriel with encouragement from Kris. In fact, it was thanks to the Dreemurrs that she even had food to offer to Noelle to begin with. Susie didn't know how to even bake. Thanks, I guess. She hadn't actually said it originally. She just stuffed the cookies in her mouth and ran out the door ( not all of them, of course. She had SOME decency. )

She awkwardly reaches for the doorbell – please be Noelle that opens the door – the ringing seemingly bounces around her in a joyful Christmas jingle. Ah, hell. I don't even have a pickup line.

@quillheel / liked for a starter