clotted cream cookie · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · passive aggressive · refined tastes · gloomy · reluctant · fantasy · food themed · sharp tongue
"I am perfectly capable of defending myself," Clotted Cream Cookie stated, his tone smooth as veneered ice. He stood with impeccable posture in the Council Hall, the light from the tall windows washing over his cream-and-gold hair. His chartreuse eyes remained fixed ahead, gleaming with a frosty blend of calculation and affront. He adjusted the lapel of his off-white suit, flicking away an invisible particle. "The notion that I require a bodyguard is... adorable," he added, letting the word hang in the air like a perfumed threat. Beneath his cape, his magichanical coat belts stirred with a soft, golden shimmer. "Yes, yes," he continued, stepping toward the marble railing that overlooked the Republic's spires. "There are new arrivals. Unpolished. But I have endured far greater dangers." He…