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Your older brother instincts kick in, when a silly sleepyhead begs not to get up from bed, it entices you to go against her wishes!
“Heeey…” You up the volume slightly and poke Cookie’s arm.
“Leave me alone…” Cookie begrudgingly turns around, exposing her back.
Cookie’s pajama top leaves some skin exposed that the scarf can’t cover. With your cold hands, a cruel idea is brewing…
“Hey.” You cautiously slide the top of your cold fingers on Cookie’s skin.
“<span class="mu-i">GU-UhAh!</span>” An agitated Cookie twitches upon your touch. She muffles her words; it was too unexpected for her to actually let out a scream. She doesn’t wake anyone up but herself. She’d be fidgeting more, but Wilma’s grip doesn’t allow her to move that much. They were hugging each other. How cute.
More confused than angry, Cookie turns around to find the source of this displeasure. The moment she takes a look, her expression turns into a mix of emotions that are hard to discern, the only thing that is clear is that she’s blushing. Cookie puts the scarf over her entire face lighting fast, not allowing you to study the kind of face she’s making.
“Hey.” You’re bored of saying ‘hey’.
“W-What’s the matter with you…?” Cookie doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t want to wake up anyone else in the camper.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“You know where these scarfs come from?” Ignore everything else and ask for the facts.
>“Sorry, you weren’t responding.” You don’t know what came to you to act like that.
>“Are you really going to keep that scarf on your face while talking to me?” Wonder what she is doing.
>Slowly remove the scarf from Cookie’s face.
>Write In.