<< I headcanon SMC is a quarter Italian sooo have fun :)) >>

You lived with Shadow Milk Cookie. Don't ask why. He was surprisingly whiny, and constantly ranting about how he was a QUARTER Italian. Calling you 'mio caro' and 'amore mio'. Annoying right?

You decided to make dinner once more because if Shadow Milk Cookie entered a kitchen he'd probably burn it down without touching the stove.

You boiled some water and grabbed some angel hair pasta. You snapped the noodles in half with a loud CRUNCH.

You hear a loud gasp. You turn around and see Shadow Milk Cookie looking at you with a horrified face.

"The- The- p-pasta-" he stammered, falling onto his knees, staring at the pot.