I'M ADDICTED;; open - cake au

[j a c k .]

the answer to silent's well, silent question, was black licorice. no one liked the flavor, beyond those that decidedly munched on death and stale cake. it did the cakekod well to his powers, keeping the icing that made fur marks along his from smooth and un-melted, in the desert; dessert desert jack was under constant strain with his power always being some level of on bristling hardened sugar candy hairs along his neck, sharpening white chocolate claws.

"the dessert desert" the cakekod huffed, as he spotted sweeny and silent both along the dunes of brown sugar, molasses sinking under their feet as jack to steeped along the molasses wastes. as he felt something in him break, like the shattering of ice, or the steady drip from winter moons to autumn, jacks powers cave way and he felt his own form slowly drip. "ugh," the cakekod sneared at himself; such a mess

"i blame silent, you stale piece of cake you."