@inkwellbelle “I’m not..! You’re just so pretty and your voice sounds amazin’..!” Coughing, the boy quickly hid his face in the fridge while stumbling about the tiers, grabbing at the egg carton without actually taking any.
“B-Boy is it just me or is this fridge warmer than usual, haha..!”
@inkwellbelle "That doesn't sound too good...Don't you spend it with anybody, Pearlie?" Once they reached the kitchen, he finally took notice that he'd been holding her hand the entire time, letting it go with a nervous chuckle.
"Y-You know lot'sa people around Inkwell, I wouldn't be --
@inkwellbelle "No no, I don't want'cha to use up your money! If there isn't any, I'm sure I could look for a recipe on how to make it! Elder Kettle used to make some for use just before the clock stroke twelve!"
The boy chuckled at the memories, recalling how antsy his brother got while he --
@inkwellbelle "Good idea! I think there's some chocolate in the kitchen...Unless Cuppy and I ate it...L-Let's go see!" He made his way towards the kitchen, cautiously guiding Pearlie by the hand.
@inkwellbelle "I haven't baked stuff in a while...But I'm willing to give it a shot!" The mug beamed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Er, what flavor do you think Santa would love the most?"
@CorruptedCups “‘Cus that’s just what that nasty Devil’s magic does! You—“ Mugman stopped himself, realizing this version of his brother probably never got the chance to duke it out with the Devil.
“...Whatever circumstances, his magic can really mess people up. I know by experience, I guess.”
@CorruptedCups “I-I know you are, Cups...” His frown only grew the longer he held onto the disheveled cup. “I-If he really wanted to kill you, he would’ve done it by now. I...I think there might still be some good left in him, deep down.”
@PorcelainMenace “I dunno...I just kind’ve assume you’d be the ‘Super Duper Doesn’t-Feel-Anything-Other-Than-Hatred’ kind of cup after dealin’ with the Devil...” He rubs the back of his head, flashing a forced smile.
“Crazy, amirite?”