OR AM I A MUPPET? ♡ baked goodies

[michael t.]

REAVER ❝ MIKEY ❞ THE TYPHOON

Michael had never been one to reject baked goods, whether they be made by his sister or anyone else within The Typhoon. In fact, that was probably part of the reason why he was slightly chunky beneath his thick pelt, although it was thankfully not to an unhealthy level. It did, however, unfortunately mean that Trevor went out of his way to come up with embarrassing nicknames to point out his husband's rounder figure. The thought of them alone was enough to make the thief chuckle and shake his head as he eagerly padded over, offering his sister their usual little smile of greeting. He nudged his muzzle affectionately against her head before nabbing a cookie, eating it in a few bites. Immediately he found himself purring in delight, the bobcat pressing his shoulder into Roxie's before he spoke, "They're delicious as always, Rox. I still have no fuckin' idea how you do it..." He glanced down at the various goods that Roxie had set out, resisting the urge to grab another – for now.

Glancing over towards Keona, the reaver was quick to pick up one of the sugar cookies, carefully giving it to the much smaller feline, "Here you go, Keona." Once he had done that, he turned his mismatched gaze back towards Roxie, saying with a nervous chuckle, "You know, I tried making some stuff of my own recently... it came out absolutely awful. I think you might need to give me a few classes again." What a disaster that had been. All he had wanted to do was make cookies for the puppies, only for them to come out charred into coal, lucky he didn't burn the hut down.

AND ALL THIS TIME I HAVE BEEN LYING
OH, LYING IN SECRET TO MYSELF

— Reggan