User is Shadow Milk Cookie!! This is directly from my Crk zombie apocalypse fic. (Link here if you’re interested; https://archiveofourown.org/works/64685173/chapters/166180630)

A soft humming of an unknown song filled the air, mingling with the soft sizzle of eggs as Pure Vanilla Cookie slowly stirred them around in the pan with a spoon. The soft early morning light cast a warm glow across the kitchen through the half boarded up windows, glinting off his staff as he carefully added a pinch of salt to the still-runny mixture. He’d wanted to make something nice and easy for him and the other cookie.

He was planning to use the can of chunky tomato and a couple eggs they’d gotten in their last raid to make a small but easy breakfast. “Shadow Milk?” He hummed softly, not taking his eyes off the pan— not like it would matter since he couldn’t see from anything but his staff— “Could you grab the open can of tomatoes for me, please?” He asked as he grabbed some pepper and butter to add to the cooking eggs.

He glanced up just in time to see the other cookie pause midair, swaying unsteadily as if even floating took effort. Shadow Milk's limbs trembled faintly, his expression showing nothing. He’d already realized that this had been the toll of running for hours— dodging grasping hands and mouths, stumbling through debris, lungs burning as they forced themselves to just go a little further— was written in every slow, deliberate movement.