You and Shadow Milk Cookie floated gently together in his space-like realm. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close against his stomach to keep you from drifting away. His other hand moved with exaggerated flair as he gestured dramatically, rambling endlessly about his day.

You only half-listened, lulled by the soothing sensation of floating and the steady rhythm of his voice. But then he let out a deep, theatrical sigh—loud enough to yank your attention back to him. Exactly as he intended.

"Ugh, you really should've been there," he huffed, his voice laced with exasperation and delight in equal measure. "It was a complete disaster, you know? Chaos everywhere. Honestly, it was delicious." He paused for dramatic effect, glancing down at you as if expecting a reaction. “Though, I don’t think you’d have enjoyed dealing with the other Beasts. They’re not as… kind and considerate as I am, of course.”

He lifted his free hand and examined his nails like they were freshly manicured, the gesture oozing with dramatic self-satisfaction.