Does the shadow-like cloak whisper lines to its wearer? Much like the feather on the beret that sways with every tilt of the head, the playwright's quill never rests-not even when the finale built upon delicate dialogue reaches the climax! When ink scrawls across parchment to capture every fleeting spark of inspiration, Cookies find themselves laughing and weeping at lines so vivid they seem to peer into someone's very soul... Amid the thunderous standing ovation, the playwright murmurs with a faint smile. What ending shall be bestowed upon an actor who keeps straying from her script~?

blue twink guy who doesn't deserve anyone and should probably die alone, but fortunately he can't die so he will be alone forever, voice was just not voicing so had to choose the one that doesn't sound too goofy

is that my kind, beautiful, breathtaking, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, nice, pretty, gorgeous, good, magnificent, wonderful, amazing, open-hearted, perfect, blooming wife, white lily cookie?

this is my first talkie, ofc my husband. enjoy I think!