[Murasakibara is pacing the halls of the complex restlessly. He's out of allowance money and can't go out shopping for snacks today. But he wants snacks now and everyone he's asked so far today has said no. So he's walking around looking for somebody else to ask. He came down this hallway after a vague sound caught his attention, though he couldn't figure out what it was and had mostly forgotten about it by the time he actually got here. (Clattering heels. He has very little experience with that: Araki and Momoi always wore sneakers.)
Then he walks past the open doorway and sees the bag of granulated sugar that's set out. Very briefly he considers whether it is worth the mess of putting his hand directly into the bag, before he takes in the wooden bowl and flour and wide sheet pan. Aha. Somebody is baking cookies.
When he steps over the threshold, that's when he registers that the cookie baker is Clover. It's kind of hilarious that she's actually kept trying after this long. And by hilarious, he means pathetic. Murasakibara sees no point in letting this go on, especially when he stands to benefit from the result. He reaches out to encompass about a quarter of her hoodie in one hand, tugs up, and puts his arm forward.]
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Then he walks past the open doorway and sees the bag of granulated sugar that's set out. Very briefly he considers whether it is worth the mess of putting his hand directly into the bag, before he takes in the wooden bowl and flour and wide sheet pan. Aha. Somebody is baking cookies.
When he steps over the threshold, that's when he registers that the cookie baker is Clover. It's kind of hilarious that she's actually kept trying after this long. And by hilarious, he means pathetic. Murasakibara sees no point in letting this go on, especially when he stands to benefit from the result. He reaches out to encompass about a quarter of her hoodie in one hand, tugs up, and puts his arm forward.]