ThisIsAHoax
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They returned to the kitchen—quiet this time, the sunset spilling pink light across the counters.
The abandoned dough was, indeed, tragic.
“Oh the humanity,” Shadow Milk whispered dramatically, poking it with a spoon. “Harder than Dark Cacao’s forehead.”
Pure Vanilla covered a laugh behind his hand.
Shadow Milk turned to the healer and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare say something wholesome.”
Pure Vanilla held up his hands innocently. “I was only going to say… I’m glad we’re doing this together.”
Shadow Milk groaned. “There it is. The wholesome.”
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Shadow Milk wakes up and forgets he and Pure Vanilla were making cookies and wholesome chaos ensues.
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Shadow Milk winced. He considered pretending he wasn’t home, but another cough rattled through him, giving him away.
“…Go away,” he rasped.
“You’re sick,” Pure Vanilla said, not as an accusation, but with quiet concern.
Shadow Milk squeezed his eyes shut. “…I’m fine,” he croaked.
“You sound anything but fine,” Pure Vanilla replied. There was a pause, then the door clicked open — he must have convinced the dorm monitor to let him in.
Pure Vanilla stepped in, carrying a small paper bag. His eyes widened at the sight of Shadow Milk’s pale face and the blanket wrapped around him.
Shadow Milk groaned, muffling his voice into the pillow. “…Go away. I’m gross.”
Pure Vanilla set the bag down and pulled a chair to the bedside. “Everyone gets sick. It’s not gross, it’s human.”
He pulled out a thermos and placed it on the desk. “I brought you soup.”
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Shadow Milk wakes up sick in his dorm and Pure Vanilla takes care of him.
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Silence pressed heavy between them. Shadow Milk could feel Pure Vanilla’s gaze burning holes into his side, but he refused to turn his head.
“Why?” Pure Vanilla’s voice was quiet, almost pleading.
That one word. Simple, sharp and the question he’d avoided for years. His throat tightened, words fighting to spill but choking him all the same time.
“Don’t start.” Shadow Milk mumbled bitterly.
Pure Vanilla’s frown grew. “Start what? A conversation? Or is that off-limits now, too?"
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Shadow Milk was silent for a few minutes before responding, the eyes in the undercoat of his hair staring down the bright cookie behind him. "Is this your feeble attempt at poisoning me?"
Pure Vanilla's expression didn't waver one bit at he approached Shadow Milk, gently fixing the robes before he could hit his hand away. "I wouldn't plan on doing such a thing. It's blueberry waffles with wafers flakes and drizzled creme. I figured you'd be hungry."
Shadow Milk rolled his eyes before going back into the bed and pulling the sheets over his body. He let out a low grumble before burying his face into the pillow. Shadow Milk stayed silent under the covers, his body curled in on itself. He could feel the weight of Pure Vanilla's gaze on him, and it just irritated him even more. He pulled the sheets even tighter around himself, hiding from the blinding light and his soft gaze.
He hated it. Everything was too bright, too soft and gentle. It was sickeningly sweet. He didn't deserve it.
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Shadow Milk was tricked into being brought to the Vanilla Kingdom by his children and PV.
Pure Vanilla is patient and determined to ensure he's adjusting properly.