{ he does, initially, almost trip over the bag since he wasn't expecting anything. but seeing the bag there he's cautious at first. unfortunately, castorice likely has no idea how many people have tried to kill him over the years. she wouldn't know that just dropping and leaving a bag unannounced at his doorstep is something to be wary and cautious of. granted, there's no reason to think any of those people are here--but you never know.
thankfully those worries are immediately swept away by her neat writing on the paper. he has to reread it a few times for the words to sink in. castorice made a cat cake? castorice made a cat cake that is apparently inside this bag? castorice made a cat cake... for him? this is actually a gift for him?
he pauses again, swallows as he brings it inside, forgetting about wherever he was going for now. this is more important.
he takes his time drawing it out, and castorice doesn't need to know how his hands tremble as he sees the design. how he gently squishes it, too many complex feelings overwhelming him as he stares at its cute form, the colours and design and how much work did she put into this?
how is he even supposed to say thank you?
thankfully she'll never know how long he stays behind his door just holding and clinging onto it. the actual cat cakes peer out to check on him a few times, worried and pawing at his ankles until they realise it's good emotions. then they're just supportive little critters.
it takes him time to write something back via text, mostly because he can't bring himself to let go or sit down or anything just yet. }
You really didn't have to go through all the trouble, but you're right, you did do a fantastic job of it.
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text; cries happy tears while bleeding out-- also stabs back ig
Date: 2025-11-30 08:01 pm (UTC)thankfully those worries are immediately swept away by her neat writing on the paper. he has to reread it a few times for the words to sink in. castorice made a cat cake? castorice made a cat cake that is apparently inside this bag? castorice made a cat cake... for him? this is actually a gift for him?
he pauses again, swallows as he brings it inside, forgetting about wherever he was going for now. this is more important.
he takes his time drawing it out, and castorice doesn't need to know how his hands tremble as he sees the design. how he gently squishes it, too many complex feelings overwhelming him as he stares at its cute form, the colours and design and how much work did she put into this?
how is he even supposed to say thank you?
thankfully she'll never know how long he stays behind his door just holding and clinging onto it. the actual cat cakes peer out to check on him a few times, worried and pawing at his ankles until they realise it's good emotions. then they're just supportive little critters.
it takes him time to write something back via text, mostly because he can't bring himself to let go or sit down or anything just yet. }
You really didn't have to go through all the trouble, but you're right, you did do a fantastic job of it.
Thank you.
-Aventurine.