Velvet considers himself a lucky cookie. He had a stable roof over his head, one of his brothers at his side, and some ratty clothes he found to wear besides his usual uniform.

It was an early fall morning, three days after Red Velvet had arrived in the strange bustling city, that he realizes that he has nothing to eat and no way to get a job.  Of course, this is a huge problem considering he has another mouth to feed. He was used to going a week not eating, too caught up in his work, but Chiffon had never gone so long being hungry.

So, as a good brother, he needs to get him some food, and fast. Problem was, Velvet had no ordinary skills or training. He can bake a cake hound, sort an army and everything in between, but he can barely READ let alone do normal tasks.

So as he set out into the city he had one thing in mind: find a fucking job that was simple enough to understand and don't fuck it up. Easy!

Only someone stupid couldn't do that.

One problem.

Turns out, a lot of things require reading. Including getting a job.

Velvet sighed as he walked out of the third place, spirit drained. He was just walking around and asking if people needed someone to work for them but it didn't seem like that was a good strategy. So he wanders, trying to find his way back "home"- as home as an abandoned house could be, anyway.

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The streets were bustling with cookies wandering, many on their way home before the cold front was to come in that night and bring winter's first snow. Students, adults and elderly alike walked the town, bells ringing around the district.

Almond sighed, hurrying through the busy crowd with a pep in his step. He had only one cup of coffee, and this needed to be remedied, but he first had to deal with a harassment call he had gotten. Something about a homeless man begging to be hired at a book store and causing a big ruckus. 

He walks over to the place, confused as to why he was called for this mission, and sees the strangest cookie he has ought to have ever fucking scene, and that's an accomplishment.

they were also crying, dirty, and their long flowing frosting was mangled and matted at the bottom where it dragged on the ground.

This was about to be a long day.