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Walking around the Vanilla Castle hallways was something brand new for him, yet felt very rewarding after all those years of constant uncertainty. Avoiding the Vanillian Kingdom and everything related to it had been his main mission for centuries, not knowing what could happen if he was forced to face the founder of the Kingdom before the right time, just to be hit with a wave of unfamiliarity as the person in front of him was not his Pure Vanilla. It was strange to think such thing and yet it did hold a huge amount of truth, how his boyfriend's past self would react when seeing him had to remain unknown for all eternity.
It was too late to find out anyways.
The only sound echoing around the beige walls was his heels clicking in the cold cream tiles, his eyes looked around at the different tapestries and paintings portraiting the various stories connected to the Kingdom he was standing on. All with different meanings, most of them the Fount of Knowledge could tell perfectly what they were about due to being told a handful of news from Elder Faerie, all while things were happening around Crispia. His feet abruptly stopped to see a painting of the once crowned king, long since resigned to focus on his ancient heroe duties and to pursue a plan on how to defeat Dark Enchantress.
To say that same woman didn't try recruiting the Fount of Knowledge into her dark army of followers would've be a blantant lie. Almost everyone on Earthbread knew the immense power he hold inside of him, even with just half of what his soul jam used to be now. Trying to make him fall into corruption would be a great plan, however the only standing virtue was too firm on staying a float after everything that he had gone through.
That also left him with no doubts about where he should position himself in that inevitable battle.
Beside the ancient heroes.
It was obvious he wouldn't let Pure Vanilla go to battle without him, he needed to keep him under his wing all the time and protect him for everyone and everything, it was an ancient promise that not even time could make him change his own mind.
With that in mind, he never understood how Shadow Milk was almost Dark Enchantress' right-hand man in a sense, the same woman who was clearly using the beasts only for her greediness to get all soul jams and become even stronger. And to think the jester was the same person who had hurt Pure Vanilla just to retrieve his "stolen" soul jam, he surely wasn't seeing how the real danger was beside him all along.
Talk about lack of intelligence, especially from someone who was so eager to say he was the keeper of all Knowledge. Unless he knew everything and had a plan that got lost while gathering all his memories, the Fount of Knowledge always thought it wasn't a good move to be beside a villain with clear-as-day goals.
Still there was a question traveling around his head: he couldn't stop wondering if Shadow Milk saw the Fount of Knowledge in Pure Vanilla. They were too much alike in a lot of aspects and manners, sometimes it was like looking at himself in the mirror.
Thankfully, that question will forever remain unanswered.
His eyes traveled around the painting: the king's eyelashes always brushing his smooth and blushy cheeks while a wide smile decorated his face, his perfectly ironed waffled themed vestments almost covering his entire figure and his white with dark brown syrup-drip dress underneath. It was strange to see the cookie rocking a way shorter hair after getting so used to his now feet length hair.
And to be honest, he preferred his long and luscious cornsilk hair despite agreeing that Pure Vanilla just looked perfect with any hairstyle or clothing, but that was a secret he would take with him to the grave.
"Don't tell me you feel in love." the healer's voice echoed the whole hallway and took Blueberry Milk back to reality, noticing how his half lidded eyes stared right at him. "Should I be worried?"
"Maybe, if I was single, I would ask him on a date." the virtue commented with a playful tone and tapped his finger in his own chin, receiving some laughs from his partner. His eyes moved to the orchid flower staff painted in the portrait. "I was going to ask how many children you scared with that staff."
"Don't say that about my old friend. It wasn't scary at all..."
"I think it looks like something out of a nightmare."
"It would've side eyed you for saying that." Pure Vanilla crossed his arms pretending to be mad, yet failing as his expression exposed how he was about to burst out laughing. "Also, you can't say that when Shadow Milk's hair had a million of eyes."
Blueberry Milk raised his arms up, asking for surrender to his poor self. "You got me there! You won, you won!"
The healer ended up bursting out laughing, using his staff to maintain his balance and not end up stumbling by mistake. It was always great to see his partner in such great mood, especially after seeing how distraught he looked when they finally met again, he was still very pale with stubborn dark circles under his eyes from crying too much mixing with barely sleeping and not eating properly. The virtue was alarmed when he finally received White Lily's very urgent message, especially when finding out that he fainted after having a whole breakdown.
Healers don't faint unless their power is very dim, which meant Pure Vanilla was in too much distress, to the point his magic power became too unstable to even cure him for any symptoms.
That alone made the mage feel utter blameable, however he acknowledged it wasn't the right moment to pull his own hair off or even bang his head against the wall as a punishment for his very dangerous past mistakes, not when Pure Vanilla needed him by his side.
"But if you need me to scare anyone," he continued, trying to throw all those dangerous thoughts off the window. "I can shapeshift into him."
"You can shapeshift into Shadow Milk?!?"
"Why of course!" the virtue smiled triumphant before resting his hands on his own hips. "Just a snap of fingers and I can become any cookie, my corrupted self is just a bonus."
Pure Vanilla nodded immediately in response, eyes looking at him in awe. It was very uncommon for a Cookie to have that skill in hands and Blueberry Milk knew how lucky he was to own it, it had been a while since he used such powers but it didn't make him appreciate it less nonetheless.
They resumed their walk around the grandiose Castle, chattering about the various tapestries they passed by and sharing a diversity of stories. The blonde didn't dare stop holding his arm tight for a single second, revealing how he was still afraid the other would simply disappear from his side.
That alone made the mage wonder what he could do to reinstate their relationship, especially when centuries had passed.
It was obvious just coming back with open arms wouldn't do it, they had left in a tragic note when the Fount of Knowledge forced him to leave before they could resolve the major problem lingering around them. There was quite a break of truth and really bad mistakes made by both parties and of course a conversation was going to be needed to make sure they proceeded it in a healthy way.
However, how does someone start a conversation like that? Blueberry Milk was still a learner when it came to the topic of love, he didn't dare to endulge in any type of romantic encounters since Pure Vanilla, just like he had promised to the healer. Plus, his heart only screamed for one person and no one could be able to change it.
He wanted to do things right this time.
Both cookies finally came to stop when facing a pair of waffled double doors, that were rapidly opened by Pure Vanilla without cerimonies and revealing a grandiose dinner hall, a huge table filled with a high amount of chairs sat by the middle of the room, surrounded by a soft rug and being lit by a fireplace.
White Lily was already sat on one of the chairs chatting happily with a cookie that was still unknown in his eyes, the woman looked back at the guardian with a serene expression, a messy ponytail hold her black hair strands and the virtue noticed how her attires were pretty simple, showing her very humble beginnings.
The two woman rapidly noticed the couple's presence, White Lily smiled in direction of both while the mysterious cookie got up rapidly to bow at them, maintaining her impeccable and composed posture.
"It's relieving to see you coming back from Beast-Yeast unscathed, Pure Vanilla." her voice sounded as serene as her expression, yet still remaining her formalities to the older cookies. "The villagers were very worried, especially after some gossip started circulating around that the beast of Silence had gotten you."
Blueberry Milk frowned while his gaze settled on White Lily, who looked at him with a guilted look. So the rumours were true and Silent Salt had faced both the ancient of Truth and Freedom, which made his heart ache in fear with the thought of the beast going overboard with both of them. He was a very powerful commander during his time as the Saint of Solidarity, having him as an enemy would be asking for instant and painful death.
Still the mage hasn't bumped into the beast since their last encounter in the destroyed Blueberry Kingdom and was completely unaware about the whereabouts of the Beast after they escaped from the Silver Tree, which happened when he was already far away from Beast-Yeast. The only thought regarding them was how they probably weren't very fond of him due to being the only standing virtue, who knew if there wouldn't be an attempt on revenge in a close future.
A hand caressed his arm with a delicate touch before letting it go and making all his attention drove to Pure Vanilla, who was now walking to the unfamiliar cookie's direction.
"It was baseless rumours, everything went alright in the end and we are both back unharmed." The healer speaked with a soft tone before pulling her into a tight hug, Blueberry Milk did notice how her eyes widened with the sudden affection. "I apologize for leaving the others and you worried sick, Black Raisin."
Black Raisin's expression had a soft flick of relief, probably expecting that no one would notice it in the middle of such stern appearance. Her eyes darted in his direction over Pure Vanilla's shoulder and Blueberry Milk simply blinked a couple times before a shy smile appeared in his face, there was something in her gaze that shown how alert she was regarding him.
Fair, he was just a stranger in her eyes, maybe a bit of stranger danger.
Even when both cookies finally pulled away, the black hair woman's stare on top of him didn't falter for a single second and the healer seemed to notice it automatically, letting a content smile be painted in his face.
"Oh my apologies! I should've introduced you two beforehand." Pure Vanilla commented clearly overjoyed. "Black Raisin, I introduced you to my..."
"My name is Blueberry Milk, also known as the Fount of Knowledge." the virtue interrupted, bowing while extending his hand in the woman's direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Black Raisin."
"I'm Black Raisin, nice to meet you." She took his hand in a quick handshake, her eyes finally flickering with faint recognition. "The Fount of Knowledge... I've heard a lot related to that title."
"I'm guessing you are very aware of the rumours going around about me, eh?" Blueberry Milk questioned with an attempt to sound humourous, despite of how much he hated talking about that same topic. "The rumours are not true whatsoever, I'm not a secret spy of the beasts. I'm here in peace."
"My crows will keep an eye on you in any case." The black haired woman commented in a whisper, like trying to maintain that information between them. "My job is to protect this Kingdom, and keep them safe from those vile beasts who were once virtues, just like you."
The mage couldn't stop himself from chuckling in response, it was easy to know those words were a clear warning and it was understandable considering how that unsubstantiated gossip about him was going around like a virus, still no one knew him more than himself after all.
"I assure you that we are in the same page, Black Raisin. No one would make me hurt my other half." His voice left in the same tone and volume as hers, his smile never trembling from his lips. "I do like the idea of having crows around me nonetheless, a little companion can't be denied."
Her eyes analysed him from up and down before bowing and going back to sit in one of the chairs that were surrounding the giant table. His attention went to both Pure Vanilla and White Lily, who witnessed the whole ordeal with widened eyes, shocked by what just went down.
It wasn't shocking considering both were used to a less confrontal version of the Fount of Knowledge. While he was still very tender in his own humble opinion, the trauma he had endured for eons plus all the useless rumours wanting to paint him as a undercover villain due to his past ties to the four beasts had made him grow a backbone and making him adopt more of Shadow Milk's confidence and a bit of his sarcastic jabs when needed. Not that he liked to be considered rude, but sometimes it was needed for his own mental health.
Still he didn't see Black Raisin as a dangerous threat, she clearly didn't meant it with ill intent but did a mistake to believe in those harmful words about him. Still the scholar was sure he could change her opinion about him in the future.
Blueberry Milk finally took his seat beside Pure Vanilla, noticing how the healer's attention was still on top of him with a sprinkle of surprise in his face, he simply gave him a calm smile, hopefully enough to be served as a silent apology for what just happened. One of his hands rested on top of the other's hand resting on the table, gesture that made him receive the sweetest of smiles as a response.
The way that his eyes always closed when he smiled was the most adorable thing ever, there was no other cookie on this Galaxy who was more breathtaking than him.
The lunch still occurred and finalized with an awkward silence lingering around the giant room with only the casual sound of cutlery hitting the plate breaking it, none of the cookies present dared to utter a word and focused on only finishing their meal. While the virtue didn't feel comfortable with the lack of conversation happening, he also knew it wasn't a good idea to try pushing any type of conversations, even if the extreme quietness was starting to weirdly make his ears hurt.
Most likely it was just a normal thing that appeared long after he started traveling around Crispia, not being used to complete silent after years of teaching took a huge tool on his health perhaps. It was still something he never searched on or tried giving himself an especific answer of what it can be, too insignificant in his opinion.
A staff member entered the dinning room, accompanied by a group of maids who rapidly started collecting all the dirty dishes to bring it back to the kitchen and leaving the table completely spotless.
"Your Majesty." The staff member called with a soft tone. "The Parfaedians are all ready and waiting for your arrival in the Council Hall."
The healer's attention turned to the blonde woman wearing a waffle themed uniform, nodding as a response. His head then turned in direction of Blueberry Milk, who looked at both cookies with a neutral expression and remaining silent.
"Fount?" Pure Vanilla called with a soft tone, only receiving an acknowledged hum as a response. "Would you, perhaps, want to accompany me to the meeting?"
A meeting. It has been a long time since he sat in a long table surrounded by different nation's representatives, before he left his role as the founder and headmaster of the Blueberry Yogurt Academy and when it was still standing, unlike now that it had since become a long forgotten place. While everyone probably thought there was no topics the Fount of Knowledge would turn down, politics were always his less favorite one and the only one he considered too draining.
He tried debating all the pros and cons of atending the mentioned meeting would give him: the only pro would be staying beside Pure Vanilla for the whole meeting's duration, which could take hours or even the whole day. The cons, however, consisted on him not finding any interest on whatever those old wizards were about to discuss with the Vanillian representative, — which he doubt had anything to do with magic, — plus getting judgemental stares from those who clearly weren't very fond on him thanks to the rumours following him like plague.
Sadly, the cons won the debate.
"While I would love to spend the whole day beside my angel, I just know I'm not welcomed nor would I enjoy hearing about politics." His attention focused on the blonde, watching his eyes gloss with sadness. "I will be here waiting for you, don't you worry."
"It saddens me, but I know you must have your reasons to not join." the blonde answered while getting up of his chair and letting a sigh escape his lips. "See you later tonight?"
A simple nod was all the virtue gave him before watching the ancient walk outside of the room accompanied by the staff member and Black Raisin. He finally turned his head back to his front in hopes to find White Lily still sitting in the big table, just to notice he was completely alone for his own dismay.
Great. Surely being alone in such a massive palace was all he needed right now, it didn't help he didn't know which direction any of the bathrooms were in or where to drive himself to in hopes to make time go faster and distract himself while waiting. He was starting to regret not attending that stupid meeting, no deadly stares would be more painful to not know where to go next and get insanely bored.
He finally rose from the table as an indignant grumble come out of his throat, his hands rapidly arranged his royal blue coat trail before taking a few steps to finally leave the silent dinning room. A diversity of butlers stopped their cleaning just to bow at him out of respect and receiving an acknowledged nod every time. The politeness of everyone who lived in that Kingdom was refreshing, especially when the most of Earthbread was lacking the same warmth.
After a while, he finally decided to step outside the Vanillian Castle and walk around the vast streets. The warmth sunrays shone directly in his blue dough, making him take a deep breath and being hit with the wonderful smell of vanilla ice cream with a sprinkle of fresh bread lingering the air, before continue his walk in direction of the gates. No plans of what to do in an undiscovered Kingdom circulated his head, and sincerely walking around the stores didn't seem attempting at the moment.
The virtue sighed before dropping his arms in both of his sides, this wasn't he imagined his first day in the Vanilla Kingdom would play out and yet there he was, not even knowing how to proceed with his day. While he had imagine spending the whole rest of the day glued to Pure Vanilla until somehow the other's smell got stuck into his dough for eternity, it was understandable how his plans were ruined in a blink of an eye.
I guess that's what happens when you date the representative of a Kingdom.
A frown appeared in his face while twirling his key staff in his hand pondering what to do next, maybe traveling around the nearby forests would be a smarter idea and surely there wouldn't be any cookies staring at him like he stole candy from a child. Plus, there was a chance he could find any plants to develop a new or improve an existent healing potion.
That was far from Blueberry Milk's expertise, yet the Fount of the Knowledge inside of him still liked to expand Earthbread's knowledge and find a way to help cookies. Also couldn't ignore the fact that, if he was going to live in the infamous Land of Healing, might as well entertain himself by helping on his way.
Walking down would be too much of an effort, so the virtue didn't think twice before taking the fast route by just opening a portal to the forest below the floating Kingdom. Blueberry Milk stepped inside of it without cerimonies just to almost stumbled in his way out, a grumpy grumble escaped his lips with the thought of kissing the dirty ground if he so happened to fall face down like a sack of potatoes.
The forest was very dense and filled with a vast diversity of tall trees, a complete labyrinth full of possible dangers hiding on the lookout for a prey to everyone who never stepped into it before. The only sound echoing the place was the crunch of leafs beneath his heels and the distant singing of birds, his pointy eyes twitched softly very once in a while to capture any sudden noises around him, like a sudden insect moving throughout the dirty ground.
There was always the possibility of bumping into a cake hound pack this time of year and surely it wouldn't be a fun experience if he was distracted enough to not spot them in time.
A rustle of leafs coming nearby made his head rapidly turning in direction of a tall tree, spotting a little crow in one of the branches. The little animal's sharp eyes darting right where the virtue was standing and clearly spying every single move he dared take. A simple smirk appeared in his lips before turning his gaze back to his surroundings, Black Raisin really kept her promise to watch him close by.
Good. That alone didn't bother him at all, it only meant she really was focused on staying vigilant, just picked the wrong target.
Didn't take more than a few heartbeats until Blueberry Milk resumed his walk around the the eery forest, crouching a few times to collect some plants he knew weren't poisonous and reserving them for any potion uses later. The chill breeze of the place blew some of his starlight hair strands and messing his perfectly brushed hairstyle, that made a quick thought of how painful would be to get rid of those nods later.
Well, nothing that a magic spell won't fix.
"I think these may be enough for now." The mage finally talked to himself after noticing how the sunlight was slowly fading and the forest becoming more eerie by the second. "Don't you think, little crow?"
His mismatched eyes traveled back to the same branch where the crow was spotted last time and noticing the black fathered bird still darting in his direction. The virtue simply shrugged before snapping his fingers, making his key shaped staff appear in his right hand, maybe it was about time to return back to the Vanilla Kingdom and just wait for Pure Vanilla to leave the meeting so hopefully they could spend the rest of the early evening and night together.
Yet he was forced to stop on his tracks when a particular smell invaded his surroundings and making him scrunch his nose, clearly bothered with it. Probably the type of scent that would be undetectable for any other Cookie that dared pass the same path, however the Fount of Knowledge was skilled on detecting all types of magic by its smell alone, — truly a blessing in disguise.
Dark Magic, carrying a very poisonous fragrance with a drop of promegranate syrup. It had been a while since he had spotted any signs of it around him and had left some hope that especific group of Cookies had gave up on persuading him around like they could succeed someday.
"You really are very persistent, eh?" Blueberry Milk commented to what seemed to be the void, pretending to afterwards. "Oh my, and I really expected you to get the memo after last time."
It was all it took for an explosion of red smoke to happen in front of the virtue, who didn't flinch not even a millimeter and simply looked at it unimpressed. As the smoke started to slowly fade, a now familiar figure appeared in front of him wearing typical black and red attires. "Fount of Knowledge, as I live and breathe."
"Dark Enchantress." The mage looked at the villain up and down before staring right at her red eyes with boredom. "Still spying around the Vanilla Kingdom? I'm starting to think you want to marry its founder instead of getting rid of him."
A scowl was everything he got as an response for a while. Oh, clearly touched a nerve there. "If that was what I wanted, I've had him kissing my feet a long time ago." she commented with her facial expression crunching in disgusting. "Pure Vanilla is very easy to persuade."
Blueberry Milk simply stared at the villain indifferent, activating all his self control to not retrieve what she just said and make her swallow those disgusting words one by one. It wasn't the right moment to slip up and let his defense ruin everything, especially because of the high possibility it would raise suspicions regarding their relationship and the last thing he needed right now was Dark Enchantress using Pure Vanilla as a bait to get to him in some way.
"Oh, I bet you would." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, the situation surely was getting too boring for his taste. "Still you are over here. Perhaps, the grandiose Dark Enchantress is missing her arch nemesis, eh? Oh my, oh my!"
"I'm not here for Pure Vanilla." The villain answered with a calm tone, taking a few steps to get even closer to the virtue. "I'm here for you."
Touché. Blueberry Milk couldn't stop himself from laughing with mockery in response. "Ah, the same boring rigmarole of wanting me to join you, blah blah blah."
"I need you to answer something." The woman's face got even closer to his face, the strong pomegranate scent she exhalated making a headache bloom in his head. "Tell me Fount of Knowledge, do you know why cookies were created?"
The mage took one of his hands to his jaw while his expression twitched with surprised to be hit with that question. The number one question most cookies would ask him, all in hopes to get a crystal clear answer and with the expectation it would draw a brand new path to them, all of that just to receive a sugarcoated answer from the Virtue of Knowledge everytime, one that always contained what every Cookie wanted to hear from his lips and not the painful truth.
It wasn't the case this time. He knew the truth must be said if he wanted to hit his target with success. His expression darkened before a smirk appeared in his face, glowing and narrowed eyes stared at the woman before spitting simple three words like venom. "To be eaten."
The expression drawn in Dark Enchantress' face after those words left his lips was priceless, the villain took a few steps back and looked at him with utter disgust and anger. "You— You're a foul heartless monster, just like the Witches themselves."
"Wrong!" Blueberry Milk imitated a buzzer sound while raising one of his eyebrows. "Opposite of farce your little group wanna pretend to be, I will give my everything to protect the innocent Cookies who don't deserve to know that disgusting truth."
The Fount of Knowledge had discover about that information by mistake in one of his last visits to the Witches' Castle, being unfortunate enough to witness with his two own eyes how one of the Witches ate a freshly baked Cookie like it was a light snack. That image alone had haunted him for centuries, — to the point that closing his eyes would bring nightmares where he was the one being consumed or witnessing someone he loved having that tragic end.
In the start, he wanted to betray his nature and take revenge on the Witches like Dark Enchantress herself, however he noticed that would've done more harm than good if so. The whole Cookiekind deserved having someone who would take care of them instead of a villain who also wanted to crumble them one by one.
Like Shadow Milk. Even if they shared the same soul, Blueberry Milk acknowledged that inflicting pain into other folks couldn't cure every wound in both his dough and soul.
"Tell me, Dark Enchantress." The mage finally walked around her in a circle, not daring taking his eyes off her for a millisecond. "Do you think hurting and killing thousands of Cookies will free them all of that trauma?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." She talked between gritted teeth. "I thought—"
"You thought wrong." He finally stopped his tracks to side eye her. "I will never stand beside you or the Witches. We have totally different ideals, I will always stand beside the Cookiekind's peace and freedom, not beside the Beasts and you, who'd crumble them into pieces pretending you're doing God's work."
Dark Enchantress' jaw clench and he could really see the fury in that pair of red eyes, like she was controlling herself to not turn him into flour.
Great. Hopefully now she would take the hint finally and stop trying to pursue him into joining her army.
"You're just like the futile ancient wannabe heroes." The villain spitted in total anger. "You will regret this, Fount of Knowledge."
In a blink of an eye, the woman disappeared into thin air, only leaving some red smoke invading the air around him. Blueberry Milk finally let all the air caged in his lungs escape from his mouth in a trembling breath and let one of his hands rest on the side of his aching head, that confrontation alone surely did drain all his remaining energy for the day.
Too many emotions for one single day.
The virtue had to hold himself tightly by one of the nearby trees, legs trembling while his stomach was turning as a result of awakening those memories all over again. Most likely he could never find the answer behind why the Witches could do such appalling stuff to the same Cookies they created, it only cemented the thought that they never cared about any of them.
Maybe he needed to have a conversation about it with someone and find a way to stop Dark Enchantress from traumatizing more folks, yet the only person who shared the burden of holding the same truth is White Lily, the only one who could help prevent it from spreading.
They needed to talk about it as soon as possible.
Nonetheless, he was now sure Dark Enchantress was probably aware he was residing in the Vanilla Kingdom and wouldn't take time until that group found out about his relationship with Pure Vanilla. The idea left him in unease, knowing how their main focus was always the soul jam of Truth due to having half of his original power, anyone would've become automatically stronger by having a pinch of Knowledge on their side.
Good. Now Blueberry Milk was sure he needed to keep an eye in his surroundings to prevent both soul jams of Truth and Wisdom from being stolen, — only over his crumbled dough.
He moved his staff in a circle to finally open his portal, rapidly entering it to stand in front of the Vanilla Castle's gates, noticing how it coated by the moonlight. Blueberry Milk's mind could only think about taking a long relaxing bath, slipping in his soft pajamas and hopefully fall into Pure Vanilla's arms for the rest of the night or until his body couldn't stop himself from falling asleep.
That was exactly the perfect plan.
As soon as he step into the main hallway of the palace, the wonderful scent of vanilla orchids mixed with white lilies invaded his nose and a relaxed breath escaped his lips, both scents reminding him of two Cookies he so adored. A few steps made him turned to look behind him, noticing how one of the staff members walked in fast steps in his direction to welcome him with a quick bow, maintaining a serene expression in her face.
"Good night, sir." The woman speaked in a soft and educated tone, her hands remained folded in front of her. "Please let me guide you to one of our guest rooms."
...
What?
The virtue's expression twitched with surprise while watching the woman begin to guide him throughout the hallways, which he simply followed her in silence and not dating to raise any questions. He wasn't expecting to sleep all alone in a guest bedroom instead of staying beside his partner like they used to do in the past.
What had happened in the meantime? Blueberry Milk wondered what could've been so serious for Pure Vanilla to suddenly downgrade him to sleeping all alone without any conversation regarding it previously, perhaps it was due to his tiny confrontation with Black Raisin or something he did or said without meaning any ill intent.
The virtue simply sighed before dropping his head in disappointment. He had to run after Pure Vanilla first thing in the morning and figure out what he did.
Nonetheless, it wasn't Blueberry Milk's day.