𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Baby cookie-5.1

On a rare day off, under the enchanting glow of the moonlight, you found yourself drawn to Blade's room. With a heart full of anticipation, you presented him with a bag of homemade cookies you had diligently crafted during a cooking class just the day before.

"Here! Homemade cookies..."

Blade's sigh can be heard as he accepted the bag, but his expression quickly shifted.

"Did someone help you make this?"

You shook your head with a proud smile, "Nope, I tackled it all by myself, from start to finish!"

Blade's skepticism lingered as he examined the cookies through the clear bag.

"Have you tasted it?"

Your response was filled with genuine excitement, "No! I wanted Blade to be the first one to taste them! As a symbol of our friendship!"

Blade contemplated your words, then finally spoke, "Wow... a symbol, huh? "

Curious, you prodded, "What's with your 'wow'?"

"I didn't say that," he mumbled, reluctant to admit his doubts.

You couldn't help but chuckle, "You did. Are you worried they won't taste good?"

Blade remained silent, not wanting to confirm your suspicions.

"Hey! Don't act like I can read your mind!"

A sigh escaped his lips, and he reluctantly admitted, "It's okay. I mean, I appreciate the gesture, but they don't look that appetizing..."

You defended your creation with determination, "Well, they're cookies, and they're meant to be soft. It's a feature!"

Blade raised an eyebrow, still unsure, "Erm... they're a bit too soft, don't you think?"

Frustration crept into your voice, "Gosh, I did my best! If you don't like them, you don't have to eat them. You call yourself a vampire, after all."

In a swift motion, you attempted to take the cookies back from Blade, but he was quicker and snatched them from your hand.

"You gave these to me. They're already mine."

You blinked, taken aback by his insistence, "Oh... well, don't force yourself..."

"I do not. Be silent, please. I'll have to concentrate," Blade insisted, his attention fixated on the cookies before him.

"Why do you have to concentrate just to eat cookies?" you questioned, unable to resist your curiosity.

Brushing off your comments, Blade took a deep breath and began to savor the moment.

As you watched Blade with a hint of disappointment, your gaze wandered around the room. Suddenly, something caught your eye—a withering flower nestled in a planter tucked away in a quiet corner of the room.

"Blade... Are you tending to flowers?" you asked, surprised by this unexpected sight.

Blade glanced over at the plant, his expression softening. "What? Oh, that flower?"

You couldn't help but tease him gently, "Sorry to say this, but it's not exactly what I'd expect from you."

"What's that? You think I wouldn't be able to grow one.."

"No... but that flower does seem a bit withered. Are you giving it enough water?" you inquired, genuinely concerned.

Blade nodded confidently, "I do. Don't worry about it. It's not your concern."