Capochin nods approvingly. "Little acts of regular dedication beat out grandiose displays of affection any ol' day, if you ask me. 'Specially if it's real poisonal," he agrees.
However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."
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Date: 2025-02-18 03:08 am (UTC)However, then the question is returned. Well, well. If it isn't his old enemy. Consequences. Capochin flusters immediately, coughing. "W-well, I sorta--- Honestly, I, uh. Sorta? It's complicated, but--- Yeah, I'll probably get 'im somethin'. He, ah..." Capochin cracks a sheepish smile. "He really likes sweets."