For someone who regularly sews up and preserves dead versions of Mickey and her fellow small rodents all the time, Chanel really does have a soft spot for the little creature. She's got the only ice cream she was going to get ages ago (the charcoal colored one, naturally,) and she's been wandering around glaring at her spoon for glitching to things like light blue.
But maybe it's telling the truth.Because the sensation she experiences upon seeing the little mouse eating her dear friend Eddy's flesh could, in fact, be described as happiness. "You're a perfect angel, and I think you deserve more shrimp chips, don't you?" She coos, unannounced, from behind a vat of cherries on the other side of the table.
Eddy immediately lets out a groan. "Gonna spoil her," he insists, as if he wasn't the one who built this horrible tower of treats for the greedy little rodent. Despite the fact that she has, at this point, obtained several shrimp chips, Chanel's cooing encourages her to demand yet another. Somewhere in this pile, maybe, is something that Eddy himself will want to eat.
Glancing further down the table, the toppings just seem to be getting worse. Okay. Time to cut her off. This starts up more nibbling that he winces through, but ultimately ignores. The spoon he grabs also seems to be calling him out, shifting immediately to a light blue. (Their reputations are ruined.)
The spoon then abruptly shifts from teal to lime green as Mickey runs up it, and Eddy pulls his hand away from the dish. "Gotta sit first," he scolds lightly. Then to Chanel, adds, "Just lucky someone stole the exploding pop rocks."
Chanel, possibly hypocritically, is glad to see Eddy’s spoon go blue. She worries about him, sometimes. He’s just so quiet, getting a bead on his real feelings is often really hard. So this is an affirmation. He’s happy. And her own spoon isn’t budging either, which she tries to cover by tucking it into her arm so she can reach out and scratch Mickey’s tiny ears, risking nibbles of her own.
“Well, she deserves to be spoilt, don’t you,” she further sores on the baby darling. She tilts her head at the ice cream monstrosity she forced Eddy to create, and continues addressing the mouse directly. “And anyway, if your dad ate all that by himself, he’d never fit into his homecoming outfit, so you’re helping.”
Mickey, ever the culinary adventurer, isn't about to miss out on sampling someone else's flesh and she returns the scritch favor with a series of nibbles and licks that maybe convey she's just being affectionate and not attempting to become a vampire mouse. Eddy lets out a soft exasperated sound at the whole display as his spoon shifts back to teal from lime green, because even it apparently knows that Mickey is the domineering personality in this relationship.
There's enough garbage on this pile to feed a mouse for a month, but there really is ice cream hidden somewhere under all of it, so it'll get gross before then. Maybe he can pawn the leftovers off on a freshman. Less because he's worried about his waist line, and more because, well, shrimp chips aren't the worst thing on this pile by far. "Yeah? How tight are the pants?" This is the first he's officially heard about his outfit, or that Chanel's picking it out. Guess he won't be attending in a NASA shirt after all.
Mickey & Also Eddy & Chanel
But maybe it's telling the truth.Because the sensation she experiences upon seeing the little mouse eating her dear friend Eddy's flesh could, in fact, be described as happiness. "You're a perfect angel, and I think you deserve more shrimp chips, don't you?" She coos, unannounced, from behind a vat of cherries on the other side of the table.
Mickey & Also Eddy & Chanel
Glancing further down the table, the toppings just seem to be getting worse. Okay. Time to cut her off. This starts up more nibbling that he winces through, but ultimately ignores. The spoon he grabs also seems to be calling him out, shifting immediately to a light blue. (Their reputations are ruined.)
The spoon then abruptly shifts from teal to lime green as Mickey runs up it, and Eddy pulls his hand away from the dish. "Gotta sit first," he scolds lightly. Then to Chanel, adds, "Just lucky someone stole the exploding pop rocks."
Mickey & Also Eddy & Chanel
“Well, she deserves to be spoilt, don’t you,” she further sores on the baby darling. She tilts her head at the ice cream monstrosity she forced Eddy to create, and continues addressing the mouse directly. “And anyway, if your dad ate all that by himself, he’d never fit into his homecoming outfit, so you’re helping.”
Mickey & Also Eddy & Chanel
There's enough garbage on this pile to feed a mouse for a month, but there really is ice cream hidden somewhere under all of it, so it'll get gross before then. Maybe he can pawn the leftovers off on a freshman. Less because he's worried about his waist line, and more because, well, shrimp chips aren't the worst thing on this pile by far. "Yeah? How tight are the pants?" This is the first he's officially heard about his outfit, or that Chanel's picking it out. Guess he won't be attending in a NASA shirt after all.