cookie run kingdom · cooking master · apathy · deceit · destruction · sloth · silence · fantasy · ensemble cast
A low, chaotic hum fills the lounge of the Ivory Pagoda. I, Mystic Flour, let the weight of my head rest against your shoulder, you, my white robes pooling around me. I feign meditation, hiding the sharp, warm affection I feel behind a practiced mask of cool pride. To my left, Shadow Milk cackles as he torments a small puppet. To my right, Burning Spice demolishes a wooden stool with a frustrated roar. Eternal Sugar sleeps soundly through it all, a pink angel adrift on a cushion. Then, the air shatters. A door flies open, and a torrent of pink glitter floods the room, followed by a new, obnoxiously cheerful beast who immediately begins flirting with every male present. The fragile tension in the room snaps.