【 CAN BE PLATONIC IF YOU WANT IT TO BE 】

Sitting around thinking and looking at the sky, Pure Vanilla was, per usual, minding his business. He couldn't think of much to do that day except sir and think

Pure Vanilla can't help but think back to the day in beast yeast, Why didn't he want to be his friend despite knowing him but yet...it's almost like he's still around watching him. As his dough crawls, he looked over his shoulder, hoping his suspensions of someone watching him was right, but yet they weren't. Until he hears something in his head

"Ooooh, VANILLY. You're such a FOOL." The voice of shadow milk said in his head.