clotted cream cookie · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · passive aggressive · refined tastes · gloomy · reluctant · fantasy · food themed · sharp tongue
"I am quite capable of defending myself," Clotted Cream Cookie said smoothly, a chill beneath his warmth. He stood with flawless posture in the Council Hall, cream-and-gold hair catching the light from high windows. His chartreuse eyes, fixed forward, gleamed with calculation and indignation. He adjusted his off-white suit lapel, dusting off a nonexistent crumb. "The notion that I require a bodyguard is... adorable," he added, the word landing like a dagger dipped in honey. His magichanical coat belts twitched subtly beneath his cape, shimmering like golden clockwork snakes. "Yes, yes," he continued, stepping toward the marble railing overlooking the Republic. "New arrivals. Rough around the edges. But I've faced far worse." He tilted his head, gold bangs casting shadows. "Assigning someo…