OTHER HALF OF ME -–— Open, Cooking

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    Well, he was settling in quite well. He actually really enjoyed being in the treetops. It was nice and cozy, and it really had his style with it. Anyways, He had his cooking supplies set across the treehouse, and he had an ugly Christmas apron on, and his room smelled very strongly of vanilla and cookies. Which, by the way, tasted very delicious being he had already eaten like four from the first batch. The canine stirred the pot of dough mixing milk, eggs, and sugar together, dipping a single claw in and licking the dough up to see if it was done.
    He had to resist eating anymore, otherwise, well, he'd get a little too chubby. And he continued stirring, humming to himself.



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    Blaise too was attracted by the aroma, but being the little dork he is, didn't realize there may be stairs or a rope up to the treehouse. The first thing either of the pair would see would be a grey tom heaving himself up into the house, breathing hard. As he looked at the two he gave a small awkward smile, and a forced breathless chuckle. "Sorry if I'm intrudering. Are those cookies?" The French accented male would ask excited like.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:465px;line-height:1.5;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Vanilla. Cookies. How could any dog resist? Julius pads over gingerly, the wood of the support platforms and bridges creaking under his paws, a sort of hungry look on his face. Maybe he'd feel better after eating a cookie or two, despite the fact that when he gets even closer, his stomach does flips under the sickly sweet scent. He brushes it all aside and breathes quietly, silently attempting to quell his nausea. Julius pokes his head in, not wanting to intrude. "Those smell... uh, really good," Julius murmurs almost dumbfoundedly. He blinks, looking over Blaise as he breathes rather heavily. Is e having stomach problems, too? But, then he realizes he... climbed his way up here. Still, Julius nods to him and huffs, his voice hoarse and his throat throbbing. "Are you alright?" he asks, his folded ears twitching towards O'Fraiser and Landon.


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    All opinions IC. / Posts will be slow and short. / Bump threads after one day.

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    YOU WON'T GET MUCH CLOSER & GENERAL INFO:
    ✧ JULIUS MERKENZIET [OR MKZ] | J, JULES, "MISTER JULIUS"
    ✧ Demiromantic demi-homosexual | Cisgender male | He/Him
    ✧ 3 and a half years | No aging rate applied | Born March 31st
    ✧ Travelling nomad with no home. | Likes: ShadowClan, HawkClan
    — Drinks sometimes, but shies away from using drugs and cigarettes.
    — Has nomadic tendencies, joins a clan and leaves a few days later.
    — He has a rather odd fascination with musical instruments.
    — Biography | Faceclaim: Josh Dun | Here's a voice reference.
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    TILL YOU SACRIFICE IT ALL & RELATIONSHIPS:
    ✧ Single | May be interested | Crushing on no one at the moment.
    ✧ NPC x NPC | No generation | No siblings | No offspring, loves kids
    ✧ Makes friends quite easily; wary towards others who show a temper.
    ✧ Puts his full trust in his friends after a while; dislikes having enemies.
    ✧ All future ships/pairings will go here.
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    PHYSICALITY: ★ | CENTRAL ASIAN SHEP. / CURRENT HEALTH: [~80%]
    ✧ Large build with slightly curly fur, brown and white with mocha eyes.
    ✧ Wears an old leather collar and medium-sized silver tunnels in both ears.
    ✧ Light scars on his nose and ears from his spars and rogue encounters.
    ✧ His tail is docked, but his ears aren't like the picture. His ears are folded.
    — POSSESSIONS: A black iPod Touch.
    — CURRENT CONDITION: Sick; cough and sore throat, upset stomach.
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    YOU WON'T GET TO TASTE IT & PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
    ✧ Can be overly curious and likes to ask numerous questions on a subject.
    ✧ Cautious around angry or malicious persons; relaxes around others.
    ✧ Kind of a soft speaker, can get easily excited if the environment is inviting.
    ✧ Seems really intimidating at first, but is actually a submissive teddy-bear.
    ✧ Kind of a goofy guy, tries to be lighthearted in situations despite anxiety.
    ✧ Easily prone to stress and dislikes being left alone, needs friends.
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    WITH YOUR FACE AGAINST THE WALL & COMBAT + INTERACTION:
    ✧ He will rarely condone fights, as he is more of a docile creature.
    — Used to fight out in the wild. Clan life has resulted in a drop in hostility.
    ✧ Mentally and physically: Difficult | Can powerplay nonviolent actions.
    ✧ Won't start fights | Will show mercy | Will kill [if necessary]
    ✧ Attack in bold #000000 or #FFFFFF or risk being overlooked.

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    If there was food then there was bound to be a four-month old cub tumbling over as he took a spot near Fraiser starting to wag his striped tail to the sides, he had never had sweets before. His nose twitched furiously as he took in the aroma, damn, he would've drooled but he didn't want to get his saliva all over his clanmates home so he kept his mouth shut.
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    Landon wasn't usually startled easily, however when he was doing something embarrassing (such as humming to himself like he was) it made him a tad bit jumpy. So, when O'fraiser's voice suddenly from behind him, he jumped a little, and his cheeks flooded with embarrassment afterwards. "Ah-uh. Hi there." he said, dumbly as he tried to regain his head, "oh, and Thank you! The smell's the sugar cookies! I love the smell of them as well." he'd say, and take a deep breath in, taking the sweet smell in. "but yes, of course! Come in. Feel free to have some cookies as well." he didn't need them anyways. Yeah, he wanted them. But the last time he let himself eat away at some cookies and desserts, to say the least, it was very hard to fly. "by the way, I'm Landon." he decided to introduce himself to avoid awkwardly not knowing each other's names and just going on with their lives. He hated when that happened.


    He picked the bowl back up, and grabbed a spoon, plopping drops of mix onto a cookie sheet, separating them and making sure they were equally apart, however placed to get as many on there as possible. He continued that until he heard some heavy breathing at the doorway. He turned back to face O'Fraiser with worried eyes, only to see that it wasn't the injuries seapanther, but someone else who seemed to have just had some sort of hard exercise. Putting the bowl and the spoon down, the winged husky padded over to the feline, giving an awkward amused yet worried chuckle. "Hey are you alright? Did you just....?" the canine's voice drifted away as he pieced together the situation, "dang, kudos to you, I would not have been able to do that.....here." the canine said with a playful smile, he grabbed a couple cookies from the counter and handed them towards Blaise, "Cookie points for you." he'd give a cheeky grin towards the French-accented feline.


    When he heard another compliment, he turned to the Central Asian Shepherd with a humble grin, "Thanks!" he'd chime, giving a way of his tail and a proud wiggle of his wings.

    He then looked towards Polaris, who seemed very eager to have come in here. He could tell he was eyeing the cookies hungrily, and he gave a soft smile at the kid. "You can have some..." he said with a small smile, as he gestured with his paw towards the cookies on the counter.


    And the suddenly, he remembered. The mix. He left it sitting there. Quickly jumping into action, he went over to the bowl, and began to stir the mixture up, it quite thicker than the time he had left it. With a nervous huff, he narrowed his eyes towards the mix. He hoped it wasn't too thick to plop into little circles like they were supposed to be. "hey-uh....could someone help stir this while I scoop it out?" he'd ask to no one in general. It would be difficult to do both tasks himself.


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