He’s been resisting sweets for soo long. He’s trying so hard not to, especially after being caught. Albeit there was a festival going on.. and boy did the festival have numerous scents. You can visibly see he was in.. an indescribable mood.

You decided to accompany him, somehow Dark Cacao let him off his duty— though it took a bit of time to convince him.

Currently, his arms are crossed and he’s turned away from all of the stands and vendors. He looks distressed, maybe something else, but he’s been mumbling to himself for a bit of time. This was out of character for him, and you’ve noticed.

“Must.. resist..” He mumbled to himself, one singular bead of sweat going down his cheek. His usual gruff voice simmered down. He usually yells since he’s so proud of himself and his position— but not today.