@helmsmanhonor.bsky.social ❝ 𝕂𝕦 𝕂𝕦 𝕂𝕦! — Jimbei, I can only assume you have returned to Totto land to make amends with Mama, am I correct? ❞ The first-born looms over his former ally wearing an unsettling grin across his face.

@soullesslinlin.bsky.social Hesitantly Peros proceeds to lifts his binoculars up against the bridge of his nose upon spotting a large presence draped in a rather familiar pink garment. ❝ It couldn't possibly be her...❞ >>

🐭// Let's start fresh.

Slowly lifting up his confectionary prosthetic arm to eye level, the first-born son couldn't help but marvel at his attention to detail. Each digit had its own bit of uniqueness, whether it's length, a hidden age spot or other beauty marks which Peros had all engraved in his mind. >>

❝ I can't help but feel a lick concerned by a particular swordsman's sights set on me. ― but I wouldn't dare turn down a chance to gain a delicious new Candyman to add to my collection, you know. ❞ ♪ 𝒫ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃 ♪ The eldest Charlotte cackles, up for a challenge

❝That's a no brainer... MAMA OF COURSE, IF YOU VALUE YOUR LICKITY-LIFE!!❞

Gradually the eldest son expels a steady stream of air from his lips prior to facing his eager sister. ❝ I suppose it has been a lickity-long time since we have crossed paths, hasn't it? Did you miss me that much? ❞ He inquires, resting his slender digits against a hip.

💭~ 𝕂𝕦 𝕂𝕦 𝕂𝕦! How lickity wrong you are, my sweet naive sister.

He extends a hand to his own shoulder blade where his first ' love ' had clawed him in defense. The 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 and 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 wounds lingered still.

What if someone actually loved him and Mama's 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 was wrong? To this day, though still not actively searching for love, the Candy Minister regrets his naive decision to mimic Mama's appalling behavior. >>

An unusual technique he still practices today. He knew where the hot spots were in Perori Town having his sight on one particular fella. It starts out innocent, casual talk to break the ice followed by teasing, then if he's lucky — a passionate kiss. (Maybe more) >>

She elaborates while rubbing her petite son's backside with a massive thumb. A finger to his lip, Perospero put the pieces together able to come to a reasonable conclusion quickly. All his stepdads including his own father were scum! >>

— Perhaps his consistent intrusions were intentional, simply perplexed by Mamas sinful behavior. He merely was sneaking answers. Within time, emotional scars began to form. Was the fat tongued boy's own dad not good enough? Whoever his dad, a figure absent from his life. >>

| 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗲 / 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 | 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, at least that's what the eldest Charlotte likes to tell himself to provide a false sense of security. Mama's intimate practices couldn't possibly be the norm, right? >>

Positioning his hand over his heart, the Candy Minister couldn't help but reminisce over the vivid memory of acquiring his first and only tattoo. It merely served as a reminder of the once pathetic state he was in and to always take time to tend to his health. >>

Finally wakening from his unconscious slumber to a depressing, desolate Wano landscape, the discombobulated Candy Minister rose up from the ashes as he proceeded to drag his nearly lifeless carcass back to civilization. 💭~ I can seem to remember a damn thing...

🐭// Would anyone be against the idea of Peros returning from Wano with amnesia? I mean after the intense battle he had with Cat Viper, it feels inevitable that the Candy Minister would have some memory loss of some sort. Just a thought for a later plot concept.

❝ No need to fret my precious Candy Lads and Lasses, you won't have to wait too much lickity-longer for your eccentric Candy Minister to grace you with his presence once more. – I have merely been away on a journey of enlightenment. ❞

❝ Hmph~ Well I suppose that you do pull off my lickity-look adequately... However, I am simply irreplaceable as the charming, respectable, Minister of Candy, I'll have you know. ❞ ♪ 𝒫ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃 ♪

Peros optics went wide, as his caramel hues hesitantly pan over to a small blemish standing directly beside him — A stomach-churning Homie that was clinging to life by a mere thread of Mama's Soru-Soru Fruit. >>

Drumming his slender dights impatiently against one arm of his customized pink tinted candy throne, Peros exhales a bored sigh. ❝ I have been lickity-longing for some entertainment. ❞ ♪ 𝒫ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃 ♪ The first-born whines aloud despite being alone in his confectionary themed quarters

❝Is it truly considered mean to be honest? ❞ Peros shrugs his shoulders stating the facts without any form of sugar-coating. ❝Now if you don't mind, Peppermint~I do have a prior engagement scheduled which I don't have any intentions of being lickity-late to. ❞

Slowly the eldest twin cranes his neck to face the shoulder where he heard a familiar whining voice. ❝Perhaps if you took your Ministerial Duties more seriously, you wouldn't complain of boredom. ❞ ♪ 𝒫ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓃 ♪ Peros rolls his eyes in a typical unamused fashion.

Hesitantly Peros extends an unsteady hand out towards a few stray pieces of candy left for him upon returning to his desk. The whereabouts of these beautifully pink spheres and any clue of how there appeared on the corner of his desk remains a mystery. >>

🐭// I'm going to try and do a thing with Peros soon. I know I keep writing silly little prompts, but I'm trying to reestablish a more twisted version of Peros.

🐭// I'm sorry that I keep vanishing, but I have so much stuff to do this month and next. The joys for being an adult. 😭

❝ Though you may no lickity-longer be alive, your memory will carry on throughout the Grandline... This I swear to you Mama! I'm curtain that you are causing quite the ruckus from wherever fate landed you. ❞ Peros momentarily flicks his caramel sights up and then down.

❝ It has become apparent that I am lickity-long overdue for a manicure. ❞ Peros leans back in his lounge chair with his slender arm outstretched towards the sky. He simply couldn't help but gawk at the slight imperfections in his nails. It was an unsightly blemish on the eldest son's person.

Leaning in towards his aspiring fellow artist, Peros comes up with a novel idea instead of just showing off the candy sculptures in his confectionery domain. ❝ I think I can do you one better, Zeni! How would you feel about witnessing a lickity-live demonstration? ❞ >>

🐭// I'll be pet sitting while my folks are on vacation for a week~ this should be fun! 😀