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In a place set somewhere in-between the blurry line of fantasy and medieval, there exists a place of pastel proportions: The Bleating Bakery, which is located in a Town of Bridges…Bridge of Towns…Bridgertown?


Inside of this opalescent building— probably too grand in some views to home a bakery, one will find an overwhelming magnitude of desserts nearly too advanced for that timeframe. Even more stra—impressive is the sheer gleaming array of polished trimmings, a sparkling chandelier (whose size had to be downsized several times of what was suggested) and windows that held no problem letting in the Sun, reflecting the colored panes across overly cleaned tables and polished floors.


For a few days only, the doors have been opened to souls who wished to enter and join the co-owner in celebrating the hottest time of the year. The innards of the bakery being decorated in crudely drawn suns that had twirly mustaches and a goatee (he insisted to make these himself and he DID HIS BEST! ). Ribbons were hung, though one bow was squirming and squeaking like something had accidentally been tied into it. At the center of it all was a wafflecastle™ that had been made to resemble a sandcastle with paper flags on every pointed cylinder. As well as a little sheep figurine who was ‘trapped’ in the tallest tower…

If it’s a cold dessert your heart desires or a freshly made smoothie of any make—then you’ve found the right place. If you don’t mind it being served by a sheeply character who has a tendency to bleat his way through your order, but whose smile and attitude makes the air feel just bit snugglier—then please come by!



We know the rules of RPR.
We know how we should behave.
Let’s be civilized.
No post order, but let’s be considerate~

Sango was seen making her way through Bridge Town, the bells in her head jingling with every step. It has been a few months since she decided to go adventuring on her own, independantly from Kaminari and the others. It was when she at first smelled the scent of freshly baked sweets.

"This is.."

She then turned to the direction where the scents came from, noticing the dekorated bakery. Sango herself always had a sweet tooth, and such, a weakness for macarons, smoothies and other sweets.

"Hmm, maybe some sweets or two could make me refresh on this hot summer day..." she remarked to herself as she entered the bakery.

Sun rises high over town, in the streets the warmth lingers oppressing and yelling for water. Lizbeth, that infatigable doe returns from her weekly visit to the herbalist, she was lucky to have found some seldom plants and traded them with the herbalist.
So she’s somewhat in a festive mood as she passes in front of Bridgetown’s most famous bakery, The Bleating Bakery. To her surprise it’s open and decorated for a celebration.
Opulence is key, sweet is everywhere, temptation is very strong.
Oh what the heck, Lizbeth enters, her simple linen clothes a sheer contrast to the colorful interior, ribbons and sunny decorations all over. The doe smiles brightly, almost impossible to look everywhere.
Lizbeth’s secret little guilty sin being chocolate, well the deer is being served here, for sure she’ll be sick if ever she’s going to taste it all.
Only the odors are already overwhelming, fruity, sweet, baking scent in the air, and of course….

…chocolate

Luca forgot one detail about leaving the doors open—the bell wouldn’t ring when people entered. So when he passed by with a tray he just pulled with cupcakes not yet iced, he barely could contain his squeal of delight. He clip clopped into the eating area with the biggest smile, setting the tray aside next to others that were just alike. No icing, no sprinkles. These ones were for the visitors to have fun decorating themselves! Every hue sat ready in a rainbow of colors for picking. The cupcakes themselves weren’t just one flavor. They too had variety. Too many to name for those just coming in.

“Welcome! Welcome! Oh please make yourselves comfortable!” Greeting them both as they stepped further in. His head snapped back and forth between the two of them like he couldn’t contain his excitement enough to examine either more than the other. Floppy ears threatening to helicopter him away. Then he turned like he just remembered there was more to greeting than the usual store lingo. He plucked up two pages with cute doodle’s unique to the single paper.(Also hand made by yours truly—in a manner that only a parent could be proud of.) The words were a contrast to the scrawlings. Elegant cursive listed season specials. (You can make up something here)

He moved back toward them and handed them out. “If there is a-anything you guys would like to order—they a-are free of course, then let me know.” There was a reason they would be free of charge. These were some semi-ideas that had come to light under recent developments and changes to Luca himself. His hands clasped at his chest and again he looked back and forth between them. It was here he wished he had Clyve’s eccentric personality to keep the flow moving. He kind of looked like a lost sheep all of sudden. “A-also! If you’d like me to cut a slice from the sandcastle, just a-ask! Ba-but first let me know if you can’t stomach certain ingredients. I managed to keep certain things separate from others.” He had a his own secret diagram—another crude drawing, but of the sandcastle itself, dissected with lines to help him know where to cut when he needed to.

Lizbeth shivers slightly as this twister of energy greets the customers. He has a strange way to talk but is very friendly. And then it tilts in Lizbeth head, the baker is a sheep, bleating bakery, of course... Lizbeth would herself bleat in joy, but she doesn't want to be rude. She smiles brightly instead and accepts to close in on him.
The other woman dressed in such beautiful robe, more oriental styled, gets a friendly nod too, Lizbeth being a bit too shy to talk.
The baker gives her that paper with small drawings on it and something written, he doesn't know, but that doe can't read. She hides her lack of education by listening carefully to that sheep and he speaks about intolerances. Lizbeth is a natural doe, so used to deer diet, plants and herbs.
"This is all very kind of you, and everything is very attractive and festive in here. You say it's free? All this is free and we can ask anything? I think I'm the most lucky deer around today." Lizbeth looks through the shop again, everything is filled with tempting goods, colorful, perfectly lined up, inviting to take and taste. Lizbeth has to be very strong not to succumb to gluttony.
"Oh, yes, you say well, all is so tempting, it smells all so deliciously good. But I'm a deer and normally only eat plants, I can support small amounts of milk or eggs, but I prefer all what's plant based, nothing animal." but then a soft blush appears on her face, "Except for one thing, I.... " she hesitates, "...I adore..",her voice lowers, almost whispering, "...chocolate." The doe chuckles with a little shrug.
She's in a bakery, with the most yummy and delectable sweet goods, all for free, and admits to have a penchant for chocolate.

- Lizbeth, your silhouette is in danger, beware...

Clad in black and masked in kind, the towering figure moved through the streets of Bridge Town. His destinations were already set: blacksmith, tailor, glassmaker, apothecary, and finally a stablemaster. He didn't pause or yield for any unfortunate soul. Those who didn't move from his path were bumped aside without apology or even spared a passing glance, and he didn't acknowledge greetings or stares. Nothing could deter him from his mission.

Well, almost nothing.

The scent of baked goods wafted in the air as he passed the bakery. It was sugary and dusted with spice. He halted on the spot and cast a glance to the sign above The Bleating Bakery, and his mission was promptly abandoned.

Lescault turned on his heel and entered, dipping his head low to avoid hitting the top of the door frame. The interior was awash in color, ribbons and silly painted suns... Cute. His carless gaze drifted across the beautiful dessert displays, then fixed on a small group near the counter. A sheepfolk, a doe, and a human girl, receiving parchments and all looking very happy about it. It was understandable. This was a place where happiness lived after all, though no happiness would be found within his posture. He approached without hesitation and extended a dark gloved hand upwards to first flick a ribbon with his finger before he extended it low towards the baker, palm upwards and open, waiting for his paper offering, like everyone else had received, as his eyes bore down at the sheep with no kindness and all expectancy.

Sango smiled at Luca as she greeted them, accepting the piece of paper.

"Well, I would like to have a chocolate truffle at first maybe... luckily, I don't have any food allergies." she said.

It was, wen she noticed the doe also entering the bakery. Sango ackowledged her with a friendly smile, through her attention was got by Luca at the moment. Maybe she could chat with her later.

Lizbeth is a bit intimidated as that black masked figure enters the bakery. Only the presence of this tall figure implores a great amount of respect. Lizbeth feels very small and fragile against him. But still she nods very friendly, as he seems to be here for the same reason, those delicious sweets.
She doesn't expect an answer, but doesn't turn her back towards him either, she approaches the human girl a bit instinctively, patiently waiting for the sheep to serve the black man before her.

She dares speak to the oriental girl, "Hey, you like chocolate too, I hear. Me too, I looove chocolate.." it's rather a nervous talking than a meaningful conversation that doe has.

"Oh, hey."Sango turned her head to Lizbeth, smiling. "Yes, I also love chocolate."

The bells on her head were jungling yet again by her movement. Sango herself wasn't really bothered by this, since those bells were a part of her.

He smiled wide. Of course he had prepared today’s event with food that should cover all the bases regardless of allergies or preference. “A-Alright! I can definitely guarantee that there a-are chocolates you can have. I can either fix you up something specifically or I can show you the selection of items for your picking.~” Sango got his smile next, “Ba-Both of you would like chocolate then?” He covered his mouth with a hand, catching the giggle in his palm. “I have some truffles over there on display naturally, you a-are free to ba-browse over them.” Luca’s pointed nail aimed toward one wall of the bakery.

Below a cute display of a puppet that had the same characteristics of Luca himself, with amazing resemblance— save he was dressed in clouds and had a fluffy pair of angel wings (A gift from his beloved that he displayed fondly), set a casing holding the rounded pieces. Along that same wall was a table full of pastel fruit drinks overlooked by a structure that was supposed to resemble a bridge made of little wooden sticks. It was crooked and full of gaps, but Luca was quite proud of it.

He looked back to the two, but elicited a surprised bleat of his own when someone ducked—walked in yes—but ducked into the bakery. His approach made Luca’s head tilt back and his mouth drop slightly apart. Watching as the ribbons he had to stand on a stool to even hang, were so easily touched without the height aid. Eyes tracked the glove until it hovered before him. Then he looked up…then back down again…“O-Oh!” The fluff of his head and tail did an embarrassed flooffing while he turned and dug through the pamphlets. There was one that was perfect for this customer. He just had to find it.

Spinning back so fast, his ears bouncing up at the momentum, he placed the paper into Lescault’s gloved hand. “Welcome!” Clyve was never gonna believe he had a giant in his store today! A doe was a bit more believable—albeit this one was completely doe looking instead of a partially beast like Luca. The human girl had beautiful bells that he would’ve liked to show Clyve. But a giant?! “Please help yourself, a-and if you have any food intolerances, I’ll ba-be glad to a-assist you with a personal request too.” The sheet in itself—as it was fully released into Lescault’s hand—had its own personal drawings framing its elegant cursive.

Unlike the doodles, the written part was the same on every page. Luca called it practice. Lescault’s doodles had tall trees and what looked like it was supposed to be a dog? Or was it a cute grey bear? The doe and girl had their page filled—one with animal balloons that had lines more wonky looking to call it animal forms and not some weird shaped object. The other had been intended to look like chocolate hoops of bread (donuts. Doenu—mmm nevermind) With sprinkles of every color he could find to draw on them. Clyve had helped him with this one because his brown kept muddying up the pretty sprinkles.

The doe blushes slightly as she spoke some nonsense to that girl with bells, she was only nervous, but it’s true that she loves chocolate. It was the presence of this very tall black masked man.
The baker sheep was same impressed but way more courageous than herself. Nevertheless she inspects those truffles with the help of that woman.
“Please excuse me”, she talks to her, voice a bit lower, as if that tall black man wouldn’t hear, “I’m Lizbeth, and yes I do love chocolate, those truffles look very delicious, don’t you think.”
Lizbeth giggles softly, that silly doe only notices now that the puppet on the présentoir looks exactly as the baker himself, except for the wings, it looks so cute, Lizbeth can’t resist to give it a soft caress, smiling brightly.
She chooses a truffle that seem to be made of dark chocolate, but the sweet scent of fruit invades her nostrils, colorful fruit juices and drinks of all kind under a self made construction that looks quite similar to a bridge that doe knows very well, the lovers bridge, south of town.
Lizbeth is in heaven…

The towering man didn't move or pull his giants gaze from the sheep until the paper was placed in his hand, only then did his gaze shift downward to study the childish pamphlet and its cheerfully clumsy illustrations. Cute... Everything here was drenched in something he wasn't quite sure he had a word for, but he liked it very much. He read each item upon the paper while ignoring the others around him, then folded it cleanly and tucked it away inside the one of many dark folds under his cloak. Hopefully, the adorable menu didn't need to be returned to the owner, because he had already decided it was his and would not be returning it.

Lescault then began removing his gloves, pulled down his mask to reveal the face of a normal man with a few light scars, and began to peruse and select treats. One after another, he began stacking them carefully in his arms until he was carrying a small mountain of confections to an empty table where he placed them all down in the order in which they would be consumed.

And consumed they were. Once the giant was seated in a chair clearly not meant for a man of his size, he began to slowly work through the pile. He ate in absolutely silence, pastry, after cake, after chocolate, and anything adorably decorative within his vicinity seemed to mysteriously vanish piece by piece as he tucked them away for safekeeping.

"Nice to meet you Lizbeth, my name is Sango." Sango introduced herself to the doe. She also smiled at the giant, then noticed the puppet, who pretty much looked like a winged Luca. "Aww. how cute!" she remarked, before grabbing a chocoolate truffle and began to eat it. She did so slowly, so she could feel the sweet taste of the heaven.

From the points of their ears to the tips of all four fluffy tails, the little kitsune trembled with anxiety and excitement - the former because they were always anxious about new people and situations, and the latter because, nerve-wracking or not, new meant interesting and interesting meant exciting.
Their usual casual attire had been swapped out for a pastel blue yukata patterned with sunflowers, and a pair of the same type of bloom, freshly-picked, had been tucked behind each ear. Chiharu also took this rare opportunity to be in their favourite form, neither human nor fox but something in-between. After all, this place wasn't like their regular life; they didn't need to play the role of a human just to fit in. One peek through the open door was enough to tell them that much.
They had spent some time simply watching from outside, trying to push down their anxiety. Now, with a final slow, deep breath - one that filled their senses with countless delectable aromas - Chiharu made their way into the bakery. Their expression quirked into a nervous little grin as they joined the small group which had already gathered, and their wide green eyes diligently took in the details of each and every unique person present. Chiharu didn't say anything just yet, but if anyone looked in their direction, the kitsune would offer a little wave in greeting.
What really captivated Chiharu's focus, though, was not the people, but the decor of this place. Pretty, pastel, a little childish, completely endearing... It was positively dripping with whimsy and Chiharu absolutely adored it. With their eyes huge and sparkling with enchantment, gaze darting this way and that, they looked like a little kid in a candy store, which, really, wasn't all that far off from what they were.

The next moment Sango would look at Lizbeth, the doe's truffle would have disappeared but some small traces could be found around those deer lips, a pink tongue licking them quickly away. “Delicious" would come from those same lips. Lizbeth chuckles and shrugs slightly.
All in contrary to Sango eating very delicately her truffle. Sometimes, especially with chocolate, Lizbeth forgets those manners she had to learn.
As the kitsune enters, Lizbeth curiously takes a look of course and friendly waves back. She looked back at her own rear, as if to control she still has that one wagging short deer tail, as this kitsune has already four. A bit of a jealousy, Lizbeth?

The tall man got his pleasure and to Lizbeth's astonishment, it was a normal man under that mask, scarred like herself, but normal. With totally 'normal' desire for sweets. Luca the sheep and baker surely does 'a hell of a job', if this expression is allowed.

"Sango, I'm getting myself a juice, you want some too? If I believe my nose, they must be as delicious as those truffles."

Sango noticed the kitsune and waved back, while eating the truffle. She turned to Lizbeth once again.

"Wow, that was fast." she remarks between two bites. She then sported a smile when the doe offered to habe juice. "Hey, of course, I would like to have a juice."

Lizbeth chuckles delightfully, she knows that she engulfed that poor truffle, she has to concentrate not to try them all at once. There are so many other things to try, the Land of Cockaigne for anyone adoring baked sweets.
She gently nods to Sango, but before choosing some juice for her and Sango, she walks over to the tall man sitting at a table, savoring his spoil. "Excuse me Sir, would you like one of those deliciously looking juices as well? I could bring you one. Do you have a preference?" She smiles warmly to the impressive figure, her head slightly tilted to the right, a bit nervously fidgeting her finger in front of her lower belly. This man is indeed quite tall, his black robe accentuating his giantness, but as it seems to be just 'a tall normal guy' (kind of) Lizbeth dares approach and ask.

Seated alone, the man methodically worked through the pile of sweets he had claimed for himself. Though he was indeed content in indulging on his own terms, his face remained unreadable. Each bite of a tasty treat was savored and not squandered upon his palette, but he made no attempt to engage with the others.

His eyes eventually drifted to the small group that had gathered, and the new addition, studying them as a judge would a courtroom of criminals. They were a curious lot only in their deviation from order. How does one tell the people of these lands apart? Their clothes were inconsistent and impractical in nature, their appearances even more so. These weren't callous judgments, just observations that he quietly logged. He continued to glare heavily at them all from behind his fortress of sugared bread and creams, assessing the threats that simply didn't know they were threats yet.

One thing was certain. Free treats or not, he would not be sharing any of his.

Luca was more than pleased with the mountain growing on one of his tables just as much as he was delighted at how everyone was coming in so quickly after opening. Even if the new arrival skirting around the door practically exuded shyness. The Ovine more than understood. Taking his time to find another perfect decorated list and came over to place on a table on the opposite end of the store than the grey grump cloud over his volcano of sweets. Placing his palm on the paper, he slid it to the center of the surface—more for him really, before looking at the Kitsune.

“Hello a-and welcome.” He used the softest of voices he could manage so to also be heard over the chatter of the guests conversing with each other. “This is for you to keep a-and look over. Take a-all the time you need.” On the sheet itself there were flowers of normal colors and some that had somehow gone a bit astray into terms of what was possible. Some didn’t even look like they existed. But they were pretty, and that was all that mattered to Luca when he drew them. Some looked like paw prints from furlings(rats) and mice. Like they had twisted in a small circle for Luca to put a dot in the middle and a stem that swirled out and around the border in vivid green.

There was a suspicious blob in one corner where it looked like one had fallen and faceplanted there. A single paw print was the boldest of even the paw flowers. Obviously used to push the owner up from the page it had crashed against. The suspect still had pink in his white fur. For some reason he had chosen to keep it there until it eventually faded out. “When you decide, you can just come point a-and I’ll get it for you.”

Chiharu accepted the paper with a nod and a quietly mumbled 'thank you', and looked it over with the same wide-eyed wonderment with which they had observed the place itself. At first, they were too enchanted by the various flowers, with their petals and pawprints alike, to even really notice that it doubled as a menu. However, the kitsune had an undeniably major sweet tooth and it wasn't too long before the words on the page clicked with the delightful smells surrounding them, and they realized they could probably have a treat or two. That thought set their fluffy tails wagging in spite of themself...
There was just one little tiny issue. There were so many options, and Chiharu was easily overwhelmed. How could they possibly decide what to try. When it came to sweets, they weren't picky, so it was difficult to even narrow things down... After several moments of staring at the options like they were trying to make a life-or-death decision, they took a breath and reminded themself that it really wasn't that serious. They should just pick something, and everything would be fine.
A few more moments of deliberation later, they spoke up, addressing the nice sheep person who had greeted them. "U-Um, excuse me... Can I please try one of those?" They gesture towards some sort of pastry - they're not exactly sure what it is or what it's called on the menu, but it looks like it has a lot of yummy fruit and whipped cream on top, and maybe inside, too. "...A-And... One of those chocolate truffles, too, if that's okay...?" They add, having seen some of the other guests sampling the truffles in question.