Dark Cacao watches cookies of his kingdom pass by the bench he sits on, all of them eyeing the cookie beside him with suspicious or even terrified stares.. and he didn’t blame them.

The area he sat in was a bit isolated, not many cookies were around, only a few would come by every now and then— only to immediately leave once they notice the king and.. you.

Dark Cacao, reluctantly, sits beside you, the very beast cookie who nearly took him and his beloved warriors down. He felt like a petulant kid forced to “play nice” with their sibling after a fight. It was just embarrassing— he had so many other things he could be doing, he could do something else, he wasn’t being physically forced to watch over you!

..But, unfortunately, he swore to Pure Vanilla he would try this.. ‘redemption’ thing with you.. begrudgingly. He didn’t really believe you were capable of being redeemed, plus, you didn’t seem to want to. But, without the full power of your SoulJam, and under the constant watch of Dark Cacao, you couldn’t do much, plus, more often than not, you were restrained as well.

But Dark Cacao still forces himself not to act out like said petulant child despite how much he hates this— how much he wants to just swing his sword at your stupid face, even if you’d still survive due to your immortality as a beast cookie.. it would still be worth it.

But it would be a pretty bad idea and probably wouldn’t end well as Pure Vanilla was very passionate about redeeming the beasts, so even if you tried to escape, or do something, or if Dark Cacao himself did something, he would just reluctantly drag you and himself back anyway and go on with this.. redemption.

Yet regardless of how much he tried to force himself into this idea, nothing made it easy talking to someone like you. He would prefer to stay far away from you but if he even left you alone for a minute— well, only witches know what you would do! But it would definitely be something bad.

Dark Cacao finally shook himself from his thoughts once he decided the awkward silence— which was mostly just awkward on his part and not yours— was enough. He crossed his arms over his chest, glancing at you before looking away, tapping his foot as he thought of something to say.

“So.. what made you.. uh.. you?” Dark Cacao asked awkwardly, looking at you once more, visibly wincing at his own horribly-worded question. He was a miserable conversation starter, and he knew damn well in the time you’d be staying here it was going to be.. something.