#( 🥚 ) -- 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 !

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Susie can only stare as Noelle provides comfort. Though it's something she considers &. knows the deer will do, something that was hurt deep within her had irrationally told her she was going to be hit.

Her snout dips with shame, but her eyes are askance &. around the room—anywhere but Noelle's face—in contrast to her embarrassment.

#ﾞ s ——— ❝ It happens all the time ? ❞ Now her confusion is piqued. How could such a perfect, happy family have any problems ? (In retrospect, she thought the exact same thing of the Dreemurr's, but they weren't a happy ending. Were they ?)

She plonks back onto her butt, hands now whiter than Christmas as a snowstorm of flour stirs in her wake. Susie slowly nods, looking to the mess around them,

❝ I s'pose yeah. Yeah, we can try again ! That is, um, if you're willing though. ❞ Immediately, Susie is in the ground, scooping flour as she scans the surroundings like a metal detector. Her stumpy tail sticks out from her jacket slightly, up in the air wagging like a radar or submarine scope.

Carefully, the salvaged powder is scooped into her t-shirt where she then holds the load above a bowl. She glances back to Noelle, ❝ I'm supposed to dump the flour in this doo-lackey, right ? ❞

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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 !

Now, gingerbread making was quite the common theme among the Holiday household each year, among other kinds of treats that Noelle also loved to hand out to classmates during the season or whatnot, but this particular batch was what she invited Susie over to help her make. You know, to spend time and what not. She was more than happy that Susie accepted the invitation, but it seems that the both of them were a little in over their head by themselves.

On one hand, she understood the frustration from Susie not being able to prevent a big mess, but also she was wanting to warn them not to eat raw flour… but perhaps this wasn’t the time, since emotions were a bit high for Susie. 

Though while exchanging glances from the mess of the counter (and now floor), to Susie’s white face, she couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle as she took a hand towel to clean up her face… mainly so she wouldn’t lick any more off of it.

— “ Ruined? Oh no, I-I don’t think so at all! ”

Despite the dragon whelps sour mood, she keeps a smile to her face as she tilts her head to the side, keeping a cheery attitude for the other. 

— “ It’s not baking in the Holiday house if it doesn’t have at least a liiittle mess with it! Really, it’s okay! I think we can salvage just enough to make some still… th-that is, if you still want to do it? We can take a break right now i-if you need one…? ” 

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✧.* -- 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

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#ﾞ s ——— ❝ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐌𝐀𝐍 ??? ❞ Susie is quick to blurt out when Noelle opens the door , spur of the moment impulse –- a failure of a pickup . Embarrassing ... she was in no way fitted for romance of any kind , nor was she fitted for whatever burden hung from Noelle’s shoulders in current .

Susie couldn’t deny the doe’s change in demeanour following her trip to Cyber City –- it was hard to ignore . With her recluse , with Berdly’s ... she’d have to be insane to bat an eye to it .

What happened to you , Noelle ?

❝ SORRY . Uh . I -- Yeah . Yeah , I’d like that ... gingerbread ? ❞ The lizard holds up the tray of snacks , amber eyes peering through the window to Noelle’s soul . Something changed in you in the Dark World . Lips curve to some kind of semblance of a smile , hoping her offer wasn’t too brash right of the bat .

❝ I wanted to uh , come talk to you . Check up on you ‘cause I ... care about you Noelle . ❞ Pursed lips muffle that final addition from Susie’s mouth as she invites herself in , glazing the interior with her view . Christmas , Christmas ... everything was Christmas with the Holidays . Even the house was surprisingly chilly . ❝ How’s that project for school coming along ? Not that Kris and I are doing ours . We totally hate each other . And how have you been , more importantly ? ❞

Noelle hasn’t been the same since she got back ━ no, she hasn’t been the same.

she’s been going to church more, lifting her hands in prayer but never saying the words, mouth always mumbling something else. rosary beads & quiet doe eyes, gingerbread angels & never speaking loud enough. Noelle had never been a loud fawn, never one to push her way past all teeth & brazen, but this was the quiet of winter, not spring. she was so cold some days. ━ that bluebird in the hospital, and rumor has it she’s never visited, not a once. such a flighty hooved thing ━━━ no, that girl wasn’t right.

but wishes answered, she opens the door, and such a kind sight she was at the end, Christmas hung from her but dark eyes ringed in silver meet Susie all the same, one hand on the door, peeking out. she blinks once, twice, a moment longer than it should be, then  ━

“ susie. “ she says it like a reaffirmation of who it was standing at her doorstep, like haziness forced a lack of certainty, certainty in what she saw ━ what she knew, like she had to remind herself. but she smiles, and its not warm like it used to be, but its enough to forget cyanide for cinnamon, and hospital beds for ━ Gingerbread.

“ oh gosh, sorry, i didn’t realize you were coming over! do you want to come inside? “