[META PRP] Frossting (Cerise x Frossa)

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Frossa visits her dear friend Cerise to pick up her sponsorship cupcakes and eat half of the baker's inventory.

 

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"Come ON, Papa! I don't want to be late!" Frossa knew that, without a doubt, Cerise would be taking something freshly out of the oven right on the dot of her agreed time of arrival. It wasn't that either of the girls were strictly punctual- far from- but the highlight of basically both of their lives was eating fresh yummy sweet things. It was a given, an unspoken secondary agreement. Cerise made food, they ate it together, then Frossa showered her in praise and the occasional bakery upgrade. It was a beautiful relationship.

Tonight was even more special than the promises of sweet treats- she'd be picking up the cupcakes Cerise had prepared for Fross☆'s booth. Cerise had promised to craft little Frossa faces on each and every one of them. Little edible Frossa heads. She was so gog damned excited.

Kicking the heels of her boots into Hippodad's sides, Frossa steered her massive lusus through the streets of New Hemisect City. He huffed and silently fumed- the streets were much more narrow than those of Four Fronds. On occasion, the baskets strapped to his sides would scrape against buildings or swat unsuspecting trolls to the ground.

"We're here~!" Frossa sang aloud, off tune, sliding down Hippodad's flat, wide snout. With a little hop, she brushed down her clothes, then turned to her lusus. "Now, call if you need anything. I'll bring you out some food in a few minutes." Hippodad exhaled heavily through his nostrils, then turned away to munch on Cerise's decorative flowerbeds outside. Frossa made a mental note to replace them.

Bursing inside the Bakery, Frossa flung her arms out wide and slid to a purposeful stop in front of the (currently unattended) counter.

"CEEEEEEHHHHRRRIIIIIIHHHHSEEEEEE~~!"

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Her hive was basically a non-stop cupcake factory, since she decided to become a sponsor. She knew she was putting in a ton of her own effort and money, but if things went well with the sponsors, she knew she'd be getting money back for it. And well, with at least one sponsor she knew she would get paid back somehow. Cerise put down her frosting bags and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

At the door, she heard the sweet siren call of her Frossa. Of all the cupcakes she made, there was a lot more effort put into the cute little Frossa-decorated ones. But hey, when you know she'll pay one way or another for them, it was so much easier to put in true effort. Coiled chocolates for her hair, shiny candy pearls for eyes, little orange candies for her horns, heaps of good frosting. They were as adorable as the purpleblood herself. Cerise nudged Caima with her foot, and then rolled her eyes. Her lusus didn't need to tend to the counter all the time.

Walking out from the kitchen into the bakery proper, Cerise grinned wide. "Froosssssaaaaaaaa~" she responded, carrying trays of cupcakes out with her. "Just on time, I finished decorating all of your cupcakes." She put them down on the nearest empty counterspace - of which, there was not as much anymore, everything being covered in these sponsorship cupcakes.

"Wanna see them~? Ehehehe! I hope you like them, because unlike the other ones I actually worked hard on these!" she laughed, and leaned against the counter.

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"Hello, hello, hello~!" Frossa chirped and vibrated around the edge of the counter, eager to get a glimpse of Cerise's latest masterpieces. And since they were of her face, they would be the greatest masterpieces of all time!

And oh goodness, they were.

Looking down at miniature, sugary versions of herself, Frossa let out a sharp gasp then threw her hands over her cheeks. Her smile widened. "Ohmygog! OHMYGOG!!! These are so cool!!!!!" The details were downright sublime; as Cerise commented, more effort had clearly been expended on hers than the other sponsor cupcakes. The others off to the sides had melting faces, or crooked eyes. Every one of hers looked damn near close to perfection.

Frossa clasped her two tiny hands in front of her, then broke out into applause in the middle of Cerise's shop.

"Splendid! You really outdid yourself this time, Cerise~!" She took one of the cupcakes to inspect closer, spinning it in her hand to admire it from every angle. In an unusual feat of self control, she didn't take any nibbles. They were for her booth, after all. Instead-

"Have you taste tested them yet? Wanna split one?"

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