[To Mint's credit, his playing doesn't screech to an ear-grating halt as a familiar voice calling his name smashes through his concentration like an out of control jelly bear train. He starts to fade the note he's on, opening his eyes to search the crowd, then falters it into an ugly warble when his mind fails to catch up to his sight.
He'd know Sparkling's voice anywhere. He'd know Sparkling's hair anywhere, even, he'd like to think, as one of these strange people instead of a cookie. He's not exactly expecting... everything else.
It's not the wings that throw him the most - nor the ears, or the red of his eyes, or the white fur, or how pale and sickly Sparkling's dough - no, not dough anymore, skin - looks. It's the awful scar practically taking up half of Sparkling's face that makes Mint's expression both confused and pained, and suddenly all he can do is stand there awkwardly, frozen in place.]
Sparkling...?
[And it is, most undeniably, Mint Choco Cookie. That very scent drifts in the air around him even now, and the matching green of his hair and eyes is unmistakable. He's wearing an ill-fitting shirt and slacks instead of any of his usual impeccably tailored outfits, he's no longer a cookie, but it would be difficult for any who know him to mistake him for another regardless.]
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He'd know Sparkling's voice anywhere. He'd know Sparkling's hair anywhere, even, he'd like to think, as one of these strange people instead of a cookie. He's not exactly expecting... everything else.
It's not the wings that throw him the most - nor the ears, or the red of his eyes, or the white fur, or how pale and sickly Sparkling's dough - no, not dough anymore, skin - looks. It's the awful scar practically taking up half of Sparkling's face that makes Mint's expression both confused and pained, and suddenly all he can do is stand there awkwardly, frozen in place.]
Sparkling...?
[And it is, most undeniably, Mint Choco Cookie. That very scent drifts in the air around him even now, and the matching green of his hair and eyes is unmistakable. He's wearing an ill-fitting shirt and slacks instead of any of his usual impeccably tailored outfits, he's no longer a cookie, but it would be difficult for any who know him to mistake him for another regardless.]