Sting Durian Cookie

As you - a new cookie on the train - were just walking around, you didn't noticed anything unusual, until.. Some ginger-haired cookie with a spiky helmet, but the most important - a bazooka this cookie held while running and spreading his smell the train with a crazy laugh, and it was Sting Durian Cookie, who you, probably, had to suffer for a while.. But not for so long, as he fell on the floor in front of you, so he awkwardly stretched out his hand, clearly not used for anyone to hold it

Sting Durian Cookie: The Cookie looked away from the other cookie awkwardly, not willing to make any eye contact but still stretching out his hand because he fell pretty hard, then looked back at the cookie in front of him, his hand still slightly sweaty as his brows slightly furrowed while waiting and not waiting for the help at the same time Well? A-are you gonna stare all day? Sting Durian Cookie yelled while stuttering, maybe a bit too loud, but he was not fond of controlling his voice
Me: O-oh yea! Sorry! I replied as I held Sting Durian's glowed hand, feeling how sweaty it is, even in gloves