the strongest delivery
[It's been winter for a long time, and Letty still isn't herself. Cirno is beginning to realize she's not going to be herself again.
Mao was droned a while ago; she could see that happening, since he was pretty creepy sometimes. But then he hadn't come back, no matter how much she'd yelled, cried, or beat up his drone. It seems like he's been replaced, too - she's walked past 946 Beulah Street countless times, and recently she stopped seeing him there at all. And now she's tired of waiting for him.
It means accepting that one of her best friends and her mother figure are both gone, but she already had to do that with Daiyousei. And Fujimaru. And Marisa...
...Now that she thinks about it, a lot of important people have left. She's glad about it, deep down on some unselfish level in her subconscious. But she still wants them all back.
In the end, there's nothing she can do about it. And that is the one thing that frustrates Cirno more than anything else in the world.]
[Cirno can be found pulling a small red wagon. Inside it are small bags of peanut butter-oatmeal cookies (though they sort of look like rocks), and one considerably larger package filled with the same.
She'd wanted to show Marisa how much better at cookies she was, but there wasn't really a point now, especially since her heat tolerance dropped to almost nothing with her last regain. The oven was something she didn't want to touch with a 20-foot pole. But these ones didn't need the oven. She wouldn't have needed Marisa's help to make them.
Secretly, she sort of wanted Marisa's help anyway. Not because she needed it, of course! Because...baking with her had been fun.
If you've talked to Cirno at least once and she doesn't hate you, she'll be giving you cookies. The large package is for Patchouli, who'd said these were her favorite.
She hadn't managed to say how important her other friends were before leaving. She didn't want that to happen again. So she'd made these. Even if this gesture doesn't mean anything to their recipients, it's important to her.
She does pause once, at 946 Beulah Street. After a moment's hesitation, she places one of the bags - labeled "From Cirno" - on the doorstep.
Just in case.]
[ooc: also, I'm heading off to bed now and tomorrow is busy as hell, so tags will be returned whenever I get back!]
Mao was droned a while ago; she could see that happening, since he was pretty creepy sometimes. But then he hadn't come back, no matter how much she'd yelled, cried, or beat up his drone. It seems like he's been replaced, too - she's walked past 946 Beulah Street countless times, and recently she stopped seeing him there at all. And now she's tired of waiting for him.
It means accepting that one of her best friends and her mother figure are both gone, but she already had to do that with Daiyousei. And Fujimaru. And Marisa...
...Now that she thinks about it, a lot of important people have left. She's glad about it, deep down on some unselfish level in her subconscious. But she still wants them all back.
In the end, there's nothing she can do about it. And that is the one thing that frustrates Cirno more than anything else in the world.]
[Cirno can be found pulling a small red wagon. Inside it are small bags of peanut butter-oatmeal cookies (though they sort of look like rocks), and one considerably larger package filled with the same.
She'd wanted to show Marisa how much better at cookies she was, but there wasn't really a point now, especially since her heat tolerance dropped to almost nothing with her last regain. The oven was something she didn't want to touch with a 20-foot pole. But these ones didn't need the oven. She wouldn't have needed Marisa's help to make them.
Secretly, she sort of wanted Marisa's help anyway. Not because she needed it, of course! Because...baking with her had been fun.
If you've talked to Cirno at least once and she doesn't hate you, she'll be giving you cookies. The large package is for Patchouli, who'd said these were her favorite.
She hadn't managed to say how important her other friends were before leaving. She didn't want that to happen again. So she'd made these. Even if this gesture doesn't mean anything to their recipients, it's important to her.
She does pause once, at 946 Beulah Street. After a moment's hesitation, she places one of the bags - labeled "From Cirno" - on the doorstep.
Just in case.]
[ooc: also, I'm heading off to bed now and tomorrow is busy as hell, so tags will be returned whenever I get back!]