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It's not that bad.

[ A little banter back. He can see what Shadow Milk is trying to do and as frustrating as it can be to deal with the blue menace... he understands he's trying. It hurts and it warms his heart at the same time. Oh, why couldn't he have gotten through to him before this.

He looks at what is laid out and sighs. Okay, okay. Carefully he scoots himself out of bed and begins to change his icing. He's neglected eating again. Overextended his healing. ]

Mm, you seemed to like the room, so I wasn't going to kick you out. I've been sleeping in the other room. If you wish to remake this one into your colors, you're more than welcome to.

[ Comfy bed clothes on, Pure Vanilla folds his others carefully. Speaking of, though, he's not going to kick Shadow Milk out of the bed he's claimed as his own, so he hesitates before making his way to the door. ]

I can move my things into the other room later.

[Perhaps because for Shadow Milk to finally crack, he truly had to hit rock bottom. Unfortunately that rock bottom was as bottom as it could get.]

[He nods as he sees Vanilla pick up what he's put down. Unhappy to see perhaps, that his health has gone utterly by the wayside. Of course he's watched Vanilla a lot. Knows his habits from when he spied on him from the Other-Realm. He will have to keep a close eye on him so he doesn't just crumble. So troublesome!]

...I see no reason they both can't stay here.

[Its not like he doesn't like the contrast of colors or anything. Gold and white are his colors too!! And then he gets up! And walks to the door?? Shadow Milk makes such a noise of affront.]

Hey, where are you going? I carried you all the way here for a reason!

[ That's met with silence again, as Pure Vanilla turns to look at Shadow Milk. Study him and the expression on his face. He wants to be alone, and he doesn't want to kick Shadow Milk out of the room he's claimed as his.

And, perhaps, he knows he shouldn't be alone. Knows if he's alone he's going to spiral further. He won't rest. He doesn't want to rest, truly. Resting means thinking.

He always understood Shadow Milk on that front.

So he fidgets, unsure of how to answer. Finally goes with the safe bet. ]

It's your room, I don't wish to kick you out.

What makes you think I'm going anywhere?

[Fine! They can have a stand down about this. Shadow Milk wasn't going to announce his intentions but if! Pure Vanilla is going to fight him about it then!! he guesses he will!!]

[Even if he kind of wants to take the whole thing back. This is stupid. All of this is stupid. He should maybe consider disappearing into the shadows for a week.]

[ Oh.

Ah, Shadow Milk, you're so frustrating. So utterly exasperating.

Pure Vanilla moves back over to the bed to climb into it, moving the covers around so he can slide into them, pull them up as he lays down.

He closes his eyes to try and rest.

And yes, he left room for Shadow Milk. A side all for him. ]

[Good! It's his bed anyway!!]

[Not long after Pure Vanilla tucks in, he will feel the bed dip in around the very foot of the bed, and then something slithers up beside him, first as a snake and then he shifts back so he is nestled right up against him.]

[Yes.]

[Good.]

[It's been a strange month with all those weird creatures roaming about and ever since then Shadow Milk has had some odd inclinations and he thinks maybe this is one of them??? hm! This is comfy he likes it here. He makes a little churring noise.]

[ He absolutely expected a snake, or a sheep, or some other shape shifted version of Shadow Milk. He knows it helps the other to separate himself from his actions. The Cookie is a shapeshifter, after all, and though it's part of the lies it's also a way for him to do things he can pretend aren't him doing it.

What he's not expecting is the snake to turn... back into Shadow Milk.

That's shocking enough that for a moment he almost doesn't hear the noise. Then he does and he opens his mouth as if to ask what in the world?

Closes it again.

Decides not to look a gift biscuit horse in the mouth.

Instead he snuggles in a little in return, turning his head to rest his head against Shadow Milks. There's the blankets between them too SO-!

He's leaking again, sorry. ]

... Thank you.

[ A very quiet whisper. ]

[Yeah, well. Maybe he also needs this. Maybe he came a little too close to also losing him today and he doesn't want to think about it.]

...Don't leave again.

[Because he nearly vibrated to crumbles after just a day. Arms snake around him, clinging to the blankets in turn. His hair does the same, it seeks out and finds something to cling onto or touch. Proof that he's still here and that he came back.]

I won't.

[ He can't stand the idea. To go back to a world where everyone is continuing on without knowing the sacrifices made. That those who should have gotten second chances instead had their lives ripped from them.

As he's clung to, wrapped around, he turns onto his side. Faces Shadow Milk to both tuck himself into him, and tuck Shadow Milk in against him. He can slide an arm under him under the blankets, reach up around the blankets to curl it over him.

And just hold him and quietly weep until he drifts off into a light sleep. ]

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