the-resilience-of-truth

[the-resilience-of-truth]

*In response, Pure Vanilla turns his head to look at him, giving Shadow Milk a soft look, it was hard to tell the exact emotion in his gaze though with how his hair attempted to cover his eyes.*

"...I'll try to eat something later, I promise."

*At the least, he promised.*

"Anyway- do you like the cake?"

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

"I know I know- but I'm not gonna starve, it's not like I never eat at all!"

*Despite himself, Pure Vanilla lets out a small sigh, his shoulders slumping a bit as he leans back on his hands.*

"I mean- I do skip a lot of meals...but that's just cause I usually snack throughout the day! It's nothing to worry about!"

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

"Always have been!"

*Pure Vanilla smiles in response, before he offers the plate to Shadow Milk, settling it in his hands with a little hum if he accepts it.*

"Here, I've not much of an appetite today."

*He acts as if he doesn't almost never have an appetite literally every day.*

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

*Pure Vanilla doesn't respond right away, just chuckling a bit as he gets the cake box open, allowing Shadow Milk to see the cake inside.*

*It's only two tiers from what he can see, covered in marbled blueberry and buttercream frosting, it's got little frosting roses alternating in blueberry and buttercream frosting as well, and there are blueberries placed between each little rose.*

*And when Pure Vanilla grabs a paper plate and a plastic fork out from a small compartment on the opened box, cutting out a slice of the cake onto the plate, the cake itself is marbled as well, and from the coloring; vanilla & (you guessed it) blueberry flavoring.*

"...Sure, you could change your mind and crumble me here and now- but you haven't."

*He's got a slight shrug to his shoulders as he speaks now, padding back over to Shadow Milk with the plate.*

"You've had many, many chances to, and yet you haven't."

*He turns with a hum, plopping himself down on the edge of Shadow Milk's bed, patting the spot next to him with his free hand to signal for the jester to sit with him, if he wanted to.*

"I think, even if your reluctant willingness to let me come and go as I please may just be a way to trick me to get closer to you, I'm safe."

"It's a silly thought process, of course, but it's only fair. If you haven't done it yet, who's not to tell me you won't do it at all?"

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

…you brought shadow milk a bouquet of flowers, all of which meaning some form of “I love you”. I’d say that’s crush material-

"Is it really now? I had no idea!"

*...Well now he's just being a little shit.*

"Bouquets like that used to just be outright confessions back in my day!"

[the-resilience-of-truth]

*Pure Vanilla chuckles in response, shaking his head slightly as he takes a step back to give the jester some space.*

"I don't recall ever knowing any curses, so safe to say, no, I haven't cursed you!"

*His smile grows with the mirth in his voice, eyes still sparkling all the same as he side steps away a bit, closer to Shadow Milk's desk.*

"As for why- why not? I don't need a reason to be kind to you, to bring you gifts, do I?"

*He tilts his head the other way when he asks this time, a bit of amusement in his eyes, as he moves to carefully open the cake box, watching (as best as he could) Shadow Milk out of the corner of his eye.*

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

…ok so it’s very obvious from that side story going on but do you have any crushes pv? :3

"Crushes?"

"Oh, no no, I fear I may be a bit too old for crushes."

*Old man's dodging the question!*

[the-resilience-of-truth]

"I'm glad!"

*Pure Vanilla's voice is practically a chirp saying that, all the while little giggles leave him at the sight of Shadow Milk almost blabbering nonsensically.*

*With a step or two closer, he set the bouquet into the beast's arms, leaning forward to lightly press his forehead into Shadow Milk's, a light head bonk to put short.*

*For a little, Pure Vanilla stills, simply staring at Shadow Milk with an usual level of adoration in his eyes for someone like him, the blue and yellow orbs practically sparkling.*

"...Would you like a moment to gather yourself before I do or say anything else?-"

*He asks, with a slight tilt to his head as his smile softens.*

*Of course he's being considerate, trying not to overwhelm Shadow Milk with his shenanigans, typical Pure Vanilla.*

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

"No no, no peace offering here today! I just thought you deserved some gifts, that's all!"

*There's no hesitation when Pure Vanilla hobbles up closer to Shadow Milk, setting the cake box down on the beast's desk whilst offering him the bouquet.*

*There's a moment where as he catches the sight of Shadow Milk's face burning a bright red, his own cheeks burn warmer than they were seconds ago.*

*Just by the way his smile crinkles almost nervously, oh I think he knows.*

"Do you like them? The flowers- I'm sure it's a bit on the red side for your taste but...-"

*He can't help himself from chuckling almost anxiously at the end, rubbing the back pf his head as he awaited Shadow Milk's response to the flowers.*

*There's a "unfortunately" familiar voice calling out from just beyond the door to Shadow Milk's room, with it's usually warm and sweet tone accompanying it.*

"Shadow Milk!!"

*The footsteps accompanying that voice as it calls for him are as steady as ever- well, as steady as they can be, one leg being somewhat dragged along half the time and all.*

*It's faint to hear, but just before the familiar cookie outside knocks, not even bothering to wait for an answer before opening the door, there are small giggles.*

*When the door opens, it's, of course, Pure Vanilla standing outside, with a bouquet of flowers- solid red carnations, red & white chrysanthemums, red roses, forget-me-nots, and azaleas- in his arms, a cake box in his hand, suspiciously rosy cheeks, and a stupidly warm smile.*

"Shadow Milk! Good morning!"

*The tone of the healer's voice is still so, kind, almost bright, as he greets Shadow Milk with a half wave from the hand holding his staff.* - @the-resilience-of-truth (anyone who knows the meaning to those flowers (or googles it out of curiosity) i love you /p) (if you don't wanna go through numerous different sites to understand where i was going with my selection of flowers but you do wanna know anyways, here's the site i looked at after a couple looks at other sites -> https://yardandgarden.extension.iastate.edu/how-to/flowers-and-their-meanings-language-flowers)

*Shadow milk groaned and rolled his eyes, turning to face the cookie with an annoyed glare.*

You.. what do you want. Can’t you see I’m—

*He paused, his eyes landing on the bouquet before bouncing back up to look at him.*

Eh? What’s this now?? What, this a peace offering or something??? Because if you’re here to ask for forgiveness.. THINK AGAIN!!!!

*As harshly as he spoke and the bitter look on his face entailing he was angry…his expression seemed to soften, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at the bouquet once more.*

*these were.. certainly odd choices. It was so.. red. He liked blue more, of course, and milkcrowns were up there on his list of favorite flowers despite the memories they were connected to, however he wouldn’t expect—*

*…wait a moment.*

*red carnations.. red and white chrysanthemums.. red roses, forget-me-nots, azaleas—*

*His eyes then widened in surprise, face turning a bright red.*

*As much as he HATED it.. he had been the Fount Of Knowledge, so he obviously had knowledge of lots of things..*

*including flower meanings.*

*…He was frozen in place entirely, unmoving and stunned.*

*Was Pure Vanilla just oblivious to the meanings.?? Or- Witches, he hoped so—*

*…sort of..*

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

NILLAAAAAA

Whaddya do in your free time? :3

"Hello!!"

"I usually spend my time away from my duties as a ruler tending to the sheep or the gardens if I can!"

[the-resilience-of-truth]

Hey nilla

*gives you a cat*

Ok bye have fun

*poofs away*

"H-huh- where'd you get this cat??-"

*Pure Vanilla is now uh, definitely confused.*

[the-resilience-of-truth]

Eeeyyyy pure vanilla! Do you have an opinion on eternal sugar? One of the beast cookies? Know anything about her, or..?

"I can't say I know much of anything about her, Shadow Milk spoke of her, yes, but he never really, talked about what she's like."

"Spare for the little things like how much she sleeps."

"And, without knowing anything, I'm not exactly able to form an opinion."

[the-resilience-of-truth]

PURE VANILLA opinion on strawberry crepe cookie? :0

"They're a good kid!"

"They've adapted quite well to the changes in the technology around them, much better than I have frankly."

"I believe I can say I'm proud of the little one!"

[the-resilience-of-truth]

Hey PV!!!

How would you feel if

If if if

If uh

You met a past version of smilk, RIGHT before corruption, and had an opportunity to change his fate

Would you help keep him from corrupting or let him fall?

"...If I could, oh I most certainly would..."

"But- that's, not an option."

"Not without breaking laws of the universe that should never be broken."

*Pure Vanilla seems to have a pretty solemn expression.*

[the-resilience-of-truth]

PURE VANILLAAAAAA

*falls from the ceiling*

Oof!

QUICK WHATSYOURFAVORITEANIMALANDFLOWER

"Oh my!-"

"Alright well- let's get you on your feet before I answer that, alright?-"

*Pure Vanilla scoops you and sets you down on your feet.*

"I don't actually quite have a favorite of either of those- I can't say sheep or birds, that's simply not true, and saying white lilies would be, well, cheating in a way- it's like saying my best friend is my favorite friend!"

"Mmmm, if I have to pick just one, I would say, wolves and azaleas."

"To be specific; the blueberry wolves native to beast-yeast, I've run into the same pack once or twice near the spire and they're quite sweet!"

[the-resilience-of-truth]

*As Shadow Milk spoke, Pure Vanilla seemed to grow quiet himself, his eyes having fallen closed as he paid rapt attention.*

"...Hm, I suppose it wasn't all too different from my time enrolled there, if nothing more than a little more chaotic."

*With a moment taken, Pure Vanilla shifts how he's sitting, bringing his legs out from under himself and instead hugging him to his chest, his chin resting on his knees.*

*Despite the closed state of his eyes, he seems almost to stare at Shadow Milk, a furrow to his brow as he thinks.*

"...I can't help but wonder what you would have thought back then if you somehow learned the state that would befall your academy nowadays."

*Then, the healer pauses, grips the fabric of his robe as he considers his next question, before he continues on with it.*

"...While I'm sure I know the answer, I may as well ask- as you are right now, what do you think about the academy's current state?"

"...Hey, I heard from a little birdy a certain someone seemed like he needed someone to talk to, or at least have listen to him."

*It's Pure Vanilla, because of course it is, popping his head into the room and pulling himself further into view, absurdly long hair pooling at his feet.*

*For some reason, he's using his staff as a walking stick, and has a cream sheep tucked under his other arm, the little thing more than oblivious to it's surroundings and chewing on, a peach bao?*

"You don't have to, of course- I heard a little bit of what happened- but at the least for all my efforts of limping up those stairs, you could maybe get some use out of petting the sheep?..." - @the-resilience-of-truth (why is pv the closest thing we are ever gonna get to a therapist until chamomile comes to kingdom?? and he's not even stable himself! he's like takuto maruki if he was a cookie- that's a reference no one is going to get but me cause i'm the only person i know personally on tumblr aside from my partner that likes persona 5 royal - kaz/mod)

…YOU.

Oh, oh.. you are the LAST cookie I want to see right now!!! DID YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT I SAID?!?! I.. HATE YOU. YOU.. ARE NOTHING. What was even the POINT of that?!? I COULD CRUMBLE YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW IF I WANTED, AND MY, DOES THE IDEA SEEM ENTICING!!!

after you tricked me.. I only hope you suffered, walking up the-

…wait.

Limping?

*It seems he only noticed Pure Vanilla was limping now, giving a weird look.*

Since- since when did you hurt your leg?

-♧

[the-resilience-of-truth]

"Perhaps it's a vanillian trait! I know quite a few of my cookies who carry similar mindsets as I, after all."

*Pure Vanilla smiles, but his gaze falters to settle on the cream sheep rather than Shadow Milk, watching as it gnawed at the jester's sleeve again.*

*He reaches into his shawl again, taking out a raisin jelly this time. (Does he just keep random pieces of food in his shawl??) He takes a bit out of the jelly, and then grimaces after a bit of chewing.*

"...Mmm, foiled again, food still feels a little too wrong in my mouth to be eating today..."

*Pure Vanilla shakes his head, yet continues to hold onto the raisin jelly as he lifts his gaze, looking at the other cookie properly again.*

"...If it's not too insensitive of me to ask, though feel free to whack me if it is- what was it like?"

"The Blueberry Academy, I mean- what was it like during it's founding?"

"...Hey, I heard from a little birdy a certain someone seemed like he needed someone to talk to, or at least have listen to him."

*It's Pure Vanilla, because of course it is, popping his head into the room and pulling himself further into view, absurdly long hair pooling at his feet.*

*For some reason, he's using his staff as a walking stick, and has a cream sheep tucked under his other arm, the little thing more than oblivious to it's surroundings and chewing on, a peach bao?*

"You don't have to, of course- I heard a little bit of what happened- but at the least for all my efforts of limping up those stairs, you could maybe get some use out of petting the sheep?..." - @the-resilience-of-truth (why is pv the closest thing we are ever gonna get to a therapist until chamomile comes to kingdom?? and he's not even stable himself! he's like takuto maruki if he was a cookie- that's a reference no one is going to get but me cause i'm the only person i know personally on tumblr aside from my partner that likes persona 5 royal - kaz/mod)

…YOU.

Oh, oh.. you are the LAST cookie I want to see right now!!! DID YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT I SAID?!?! I.. HATE YOU. YOU.. ARE NOTHING. What was even the POINT of that?!? I COULD CRUMBLE YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW IF I WANTED, AND MY, DOES THE IDEA SEEM ENTICING!!!

after you tricked me.. I only hope you suffered, walking up the-

…wait.

Limping?

*It seems he only noticed Pure Vanilla was limping now, giving a weird look.*

Since- since when did you hurt your leg?

-♧