Requested? Yes- Sorta- me and Espressdine came up with the idea-
Trigger Warnings?: Mentions of abandonment, past trauma(?), arguing
Sidenotes?: just a reminder, this is PLATONIC. Since there's a MAJOR age gap between Licorice and Espresso in my AU (11 year age gap-), I see these two having a family like relationship/friendship, AND i ship espresso with someone else, i made it platonic. also i'm putting these mfs in "casual clothes" bc why not- i didn't notice that i put a shit ton of references in here, so look for those if you want-
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Espresso knocked on the door, as he stood in the bare hallway of the Cookies of Darkness lair, in front of a dark purple door with skull decals. The cookie waited in front of the door, yet no response. He knocked again, but to no avail, not another response. Espresso couldn't take it no longer, as his eyebrows shifted into a frown.
"Licorice, I know you're in there. Answer this door." He commanded. There was a shift behind the door, as he heard a small sniffle.
"Tell me why exactly I should open the door." Espresso heard behind the door, as if the voice had been bawling their eyes out. Espresso scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.
"Licorice, you're being absolutely childish. Open this door this instant. Don't shut me out when just a second ago your outlandish behavior was trying to catch my attention."
"Are you here for an actual reason? Or just to yell at me. If so, I'm not opening this door." The voice asked, slightly angrier. Espresso inhaled a sharp breath, as he tried to calm down. He didn't want to scold Licorice, or start an argument, not again.
"I'm not here to scold you, I'm here to talk with you about a couple things, then I shall take my leave. But please open the door." Espresso responded. The voice was silent for a couple minutes, then footsteps crept towards the door as the knob clicked.
Behind the door was Licorice, wearing a dark grey Turtleneck sweater, the neck all the way up to his chin, the sleeves covering his fingernails and his hair messy, as always. Espresso noticed that his makeup looks smudged, more than Licorice usually intends, but chose not to say anything until later.
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He walked in, as the smell of energy drinks, ink and old books filled the room. It was an unpleasant blend of smells, but since Espresso had been in this room many times before, it's not so much a bother anymore. He sat down on the bed, right next to Licorice, who was slightly irritated.
"So, what did you want?" Licorice mumbled, crossing his arms. He had an unusual look, which was unusual from his awkward smile he always had, and the other expressions Espresso had seen. This expression was solemn and doleful, which instantly made Espresso notice something was deeply wrong.
