Implied cannibalism:)
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Butter Roll looked up at the sound of knocking, Matcha stood at his makeshift office's door, swaying back and forth. He spun his chair around and tilted his head.
"Yes, Matcha?"
"Hehe, You have a- khaha- a visitor,"
Butter Roll looked down at himself- he was hardly presentable- He had no time to react as Matcha stepped into the room, and too the side, and another Cookie followed. An intense gaze stared at him as she stood in the doorway, a smear of Strawberry Jam painted the corner of her mouth before she licked it away.
"Ah, hello there, ma'am,"
"Hi, I'm Strawberry Sweetcake,"
He stood up and dusted of his chef's coat of flour, she watched the white substance drift to the floor.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"... You're making Cookies?"
She spoke after staring at the floor for a few moments, looking up and making eye contact as Butter Roll blinked. Matcha looked amused from the corner she was standing in.
"... Yes?"
"Can I help you?"
"... Pardon?"
Quicker than he could see, she was closer to him, leaning over him as he pressed against his desk. Matcha twitched and moved forward, Strawberry Sweetcake didn't seem to notice her, or care.
"My bakery is /sooooo/ boring! No one likes the stuff I like in it! Making Cookies sounds soooo much more fun than making some stupid, bland pastries!"
Matcha placed her hand on Strawberry Sweetcake's shoulder, who twitched, wild eyes looking at Butter Roll, before pulling away and giving him room to breathe. Butter Roll stared at her as she was half-pulled away by Matcha.
"... What about making your pastries are so... bland as opposed to...um, cookies?"
Matcha let go of her shoulder and carefully stepped away, Butter Roll noted she was acting like a cornered prey animal when it came to Strawberry Sweetcake. With how intensely she was staring at him, he understood.
"They hardly give me a challenge! And they always end up tasting worse!"
