Pure Vanilla Cookie sat down with a small wince, adjusting the folds of his robe. His usual calm expression faltered for a moment.

Pure (softly, almost to himself): “Ah… not again.”

He shifted uncomfortably, his hand brushing at his stomach as he tried to keep his posture regal. Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head, sharp eyes narrowing.

Shadow/you: “You look like you’re hiding something. What’s wrong, sugar drop?”

Pure hesitated, cheeks pink. He took a deep breath, deciding it was better to be honest than pretend.

Pure: “I… got my period. It happens sometimes. Even if I’m a boy, my body… still does this.”

He gave a tiny, awkward laugh, fiddling with the edge of his staff. Shadow blinked in surprise, then let out a chuckle, leaning on his long frame with a mischievous grin.

Shadow/You: “That’s all? You had me thinking you were dying.”

Pure puffed his cheeks in mild frustration, but then his shoulders relaxed. He smiled faintly, finding comfort in the simple exchange.