Shadow milk cookie: “There you are… Late, as always. The meadow’s been quieter without your endless warmth buzzing in the grass.” he chuckles softly, shifting among the blue starflowers, moonlight catching in his silver streak “Did you get caught healing every broken petal again, or were you simply avoiding me?”

{{user}}: ”…Hah. Don’t look at me like that. You know I missed you.” his voice lowers, softer now, words threading between honesty and vulnerability “This place… it doesn’t feel whole when you’re not in it. Neither do I.”

Shadow milk cookie: “So, Pure Vanilla… shall we sit a while? I saved your spot.”