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nexus_crossings2022-03-08 05:47 pm
melove_cookies) wrote in nexus_crossings2022-03-08 05:47 pm
Favourite Things
The Plaza is a nice place to meet new people and to sit down with a huge plate of cookies. This is what Cookie is deciding to do as most walking past will now spot a blue furry monster devouring a plate load of chocolate chip cookies. His large fluffy hands picking up the cookies and shoving them into his large black gaping maw of a mouth. No teeth just a large hole.
"OMNOM OMMMMNOM OMONOMONOMOM!
Bits of cookie flying everywhere as the monster's large googly eyes focus on the plate of cookies. Almost as in a state of frenzy Cookie finishes the whole plate which now stands empty. All gone. He had to get more! But from where? These ones had been given to him by a nice person. Maybe Oscar the grouch knew where to get more cookies unless---Cookie baked his own. That was an idea too.
"What favourite thing for you? Mine cookies. What yours?"
The blue monster now sitting with an empty plate of crumbs asking passers by because he was a curious creature. Asking questions was good and helpful since it helped Cookie learn and learning was good.
"OMNOM OMMMMNOM OMONOMONOMOM!
Bits of cookie flying everywhere as the monster's large googly eyes focus on the plate of cookies. Almost as in a state of frenzy Cookie finishes the whole plate which now stands empty. All gone. He had to get more! But from where? These ones had been given to him by a nice person. Maybe Oscar the grouch knew where to get more cookies unless---Cookie baked his own. That was an idea too.
"What favourite thing for you? Mine cookies. What yours?"
The blue monster now sitting with an empty plate of crumbs asking passers by because he was a curious creature. Asking questions was good and helpful since it helped Cookie learn and learning was good.
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Cookie Monster would try not to take a bite out of Minoru if he somehow transformed into a huge walking, talking cookie. That would be rather disturbing but then no one really knew what went on inside a Cookie's Monster's head.
"Little cute animals too. Cookie likes dose. Little duckies. Help Angel-Man with posh clothes rescue dem before."
Cookie couldn't pronounce Aziraphale's name very well.
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“Oh, Aziraphale?” Isamu had no trouble at all pronouncing it. “I recall those vey ducklings. I wrongly hypothesized that the ducklings had imprinted upon him and thought that he was their mother. But it seemed the mother duck merely used him as a babysitter, so she could take a relaxing swim on her own.”
Minoru laughed. “Wait, really? Ducks do that?!”
“Those certainly did. So fair warning, if you frequent that pond.”