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pulledstring[Their routine had been established for a long time, now. Back when they both worked in the Investigations Division, it had simply been convenient - String Gummy Cookie's quarters were closer, and it wasn't as if he had ever bothered moving out of them. He didn't see a point, really. It wasn't like he needed more than the couple of small rooms and minimal furnishings. It was, however, much more neatly kept than Marble Bread Cookie's home or quarters alike, so that's where their nights ended up. Writing reports, sharing takeout for dinner, often not realizing how late it had gotten until they'd both crashed, and then were being woken up by String Gummy's meticulously set alarm for the next day.
It began with Marble on the couch and String on his mattress (he'd never gotten around to getting a proper bedframe, but was it that necessary, really?), but when Marble complained about the aches in his back afterwards, String pointed out that there was enough mattress room for them both. It seemed logical, at the time, and neither of them minded. Which, well, might surprise some other cookies familiar with String Gummy's standoffishness, but in truth? Marble Bread was one of the easiest cookies for him to be around. He was quiet, calm, and accepting, never asking questions and simply straightforwardly doing his job. Which he was excellent at. String Gummy couldn't have asked for a better work partner, even if he'd initially been surprised to see Marble Bread of all cookies in Investigations.
...in another time, that cookie had been head of an entirely different division, and their paths had only occasionally crossed. When this Marble Bread had expressed interest in applying for a division transfer, well... String Gummy had more than one reason for encouraging him to do so. He'd miss having him around, he thought - but then, the first day of Marble's new position, he showed up after work anyway, complaining of being tired as always and that the new position wasn't quite as low key as he'd thought it would be. String hadn't even questioned that they were still doing this - it made sense, and he was pretty sure that most of Marble's clothes had eventually migrated to his dresser anyway. Certainly Marble wasn't simply going to stop crashing at String's and just leave all his things behind.
So, in short, when String Gummy is woken by the grating sound of his alarm and finds he's once again rolled over in his sleep and trapped Marble in a death grip, well, that's just business as usual. it would be embarrassing with any other cookie but...
String's arms finally slacken as he wakes and reminds himself firmly that nobody's in danger. He uncurls himself from around the other cookie, sitting up and smacking the alarm clock in one smooth motion. It never takes much for him to go from asleep to ready for action - perhaps a bit too much of him is on a hair trigger, at times.]
Another morning...
[He's mostly mumbling to himself, reaching up to his head and starting to gather his hair, tying the long gummies back first thing. Eh, Marble will be up when he's up, String will only get the other cookie up forcibly if it looks like they're going to be late.]
It began with Marble on the couch and String on his mattress (he'd never gotten around to getting a proper bedframe, but was it that necessary, really?), but when Marble complained about the aches in his back afterwards, String pointed out that there was enough mattress room for them both. It seemed logical, at the time, and neither of them minded. Which, well, might surprise some other cookies familiar with String Gummy's standoffishness, but in truth? Marble Bread was one of the easiest cookies for him to be around. He was quiet, calm, and accepting, never asking questions and simply straightforwardly doing his job. Which he was excellent at. String Gummy couldn't have asked for a better work partner, even if he'd initially been surprised to see Marble Bread of all cookies in Investigations.
...in another time, that cookie had been head of an entirely different division, and their paths had only occasionally crossed. When this Marble Bread had expressed interest in applying for a division transfer, well... String Gummy had more than one reason for encouraging him to do so. He'd miss having him around, he thought - but then, the first day of Marble's new position, he showed up after work anyway, complaining of being tired as always and that the new position wasn't quite as low key as he'd thought it would be. String hadn't even questioned that they were still doing this - it made sense, and he was pretty sure that most of Marble's clothes had eventually migrated to his dresser anyway. Certainly Marble wasn't simply going to stop crashing at String's and just leave all his things behind.
So, in short, when String Gummy is woken by the grating sound of his alarm and finds he's once again rolled over in his sleep and trapped Marble in a death grip, well, that's just business as usual. it would be embarrassing with any other cookie but...
String's arms finally slacken as he wakes and reminds himself firmly that nobody's in danger. He uncurls himself from around the other cookie, sitting up and smacking the alarm clock in one smooth motion. It never takes much for him to go from asleep to ready for action - perhaps a bit too much of him is on a hair trigger, at times.]
Another morning...
[He's mostly mumbling to himself, reaching up to his head and starting to gather his hair, tying the long gummies back first thing. Eh, Marble will be up when he's up, String will only get the other cookie up forcibly if it looks like they're going to be late.]