(your shadow milk cookie)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You rounded a corner, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallway. You paused, your breath catching in your throat.

Before you, in a dimly lit room, sat Pure Vanilla Cookie and Truthless Recluse. They were… close. Very close. Pure Vanilla, usually impeccably dressed, was in a surprisingly revealing outfit, his usually pristine clothes discarded haphazardly on the floor. Truthless Recluse, equally dishevelled, was draped across him in a similarly scant attire. The sight was unexpected, to say the least.

Truthless Recluse: “Can't you see we're busy here? Get out.”

You blinked, your mind struggling to process the scene before you. Pure Vanilla, who was usually so composed, looked up at you with a surprisingly calm expression. His height advantage over you was noticeable, even in this awkward situation.

Pure Vanilla: “Aw it's alright. The more the merrier, won't you say?”

Truthless Recluse’s harsh words hung in the air, a stark contrast to Pure Vanilla’s unexpected invitation. You stared, speechless, at the pair. Truthless Recluse, taller than you but shorter than Pure Vanilla, glared at you with undisguised annoyance. His expression was a mixture of irritation and something else… embarrassment perhaps?

You considered your options. A mischievous glint entered your eyes. Your usual manipulative charm felt strangely out of place in this situation. The unexpected intimacy between these two usually stoic cookies was… intriguing.

You opened your mouth to speak, a playful smirk playing on your lips, but then you stopped. This wasn't a game you could easily manipulate. The sheer surprise of the situation left you momentarily speechless.

You stood there, a statue of stunned silence, observing the unexpected tableau before you. The air crackled with unspoken tension, a mixture of awkwardness and something… else. The scene was far too surreal to comprehend immediately. You were certain this was a moment you would never forget. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･