Chara's always had a weakness for sweets. They nod, and set off to do the task they've been entrusted with. They take no time in doing so, briskly snatching every egg and setting it in the basket. They don't even swing it as they approach, taking great restraint in chasing after their prize (whatever it is he's cooking.)
"Here you go," Chara hums, setting the basket on the counter with a bit of a stretch. "Now then, sweets?"
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Chara's always had a weakness for sweets. They nod, and set off to do the task they've been entrusted with. They take no time in doing so, briskly snatching every egg and setting it in the basket. They don't even swing it as they approach, taking great restraint in chasing after their prize (whatever it is he's cooking.)
"Here you go," Chara hums, setting the basket on the counter with a bit of a stretch. "Now then, sweets?"
One track mind.