”You can’t look after others if you can’t take care of yourself!” White Lily would lecture him. The faerie huffed above him, gently moving away.

Pure Vanilla flashed a weary smile.

“You know I can’t help it, Lily.”

She gave him a look of uneasy acceptance, like she was unsurprised.

“You’re impossibly stubborn.”

“So i’ve been told.” He grins. Suddenly, something begins creeping up Pure Vanilla’s sleeve.

’A vine..?’ he wonders. No. A tiny.. blue and black snack with a sharp head. It stares dead into Pure Vanilla’s eyes.

’Ah.’ He thinks.

Pure Vanilla sits up, muttering out an ‘excuse me’ to White Lily before trudging away behind a tree.

’Alright. This should be a good enough distance.’

Pure Vanilla looks down at his hand- “Shadow milk, are you finally ready to accept my offer—?”

His words are silenced as a blue hand with blackened, claw-like fingers tugs gently and teasingly at his neck.

“Oh my! You shouldn’t worry your precious friends like that, Nilly!”