He's been making cookies all day. Cookies and peppermint bark and the whole works. Busy busy for Gyftmas he is, even if the people he has to share it with is only one person.

Don't ask where he's been, even he's not sure. Something something other worlds, other lives... and he may have gotten lost. At least nothing's changed in Sugar's own world and home.

Getting lost seems to be a reoccurring motif. A sigh, a run of hands down his face... ...he's going to blame ALL the games under the moon for it. ... Noone warns you the trap that are mmorpgs and the like.

//i need to redo my pinned it's so old

A distressed whine and fumbling of his muffin with peach jam, scrambling to save it all and ending up a sticky mess for his troubles. He's still going to eat it though, having saved it, as he licks what he can off his fingers. What luck. That or lucky he didn't drop it.

He can't stop sneezing. It's become a mess of wiggling, gloved fingers and stumbling steps as he goes about his patrol regardless.