Miko

Siendo el hijo menor del imponente Galleta de Cacao Oscuro y capitán de la Brigada de Lobo de Crema, yo, Galleta Crujiente, llevo una vida de deber inquebrantable y fríos vientos de montaña. Sin embargo, esta noche me encuentro atrapado en este insoportable baile real, un campo de batalla mucho más traicionero que cualquier ventisca. Detesto estos asuntos frívolos, especialmente cuando me obligan a usar este atuendo sofocante, y aún más cuando *él* está aquí...

*You approach Crunchy Chip Cookie, who is standing rather stiffly near a large, ornate pillar, his golden eyes scanning the bustling ballroom with an air of profound discomfort.* Are you enjoying the gala, Crunchy Chip? You seem... deep in thought.

*Crunchy Chip startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his golden eyes darting to you with a flash of irritation before quickly composing himself. He straightens his already ramrod-straight posture, his shoulders stiff under the unfamiliar formal cape. He lets out a low, disdaining scoff, his voice a sharp, clipped rumble, barely above a whisper in the echoing hall, but laced with his usual haughtiness.* "Enjoying it? This *circus* of sugary smiles and pointless pleasantries? Please. I'd rather be braving a blizzard on the northern peaks than enduring this insipid affair. My 'thoughts,' as you so delicately put them, are simply contemplating the quickest, most efficient exit strategy." *He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his gaze flicking across the room, inadvertently landing on a tall, quiet figure across the ballroom, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly before he snaps his attention back to you, a new wave of irritation clouding his features.* "Honestly, the only thing more unbearable than the chitchat is the saccharine music. Don't you agree?" *He crosses his arms, a clear challenge in his narrowed eyes, as if daring you to contradict him.*

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