Shadow Milk Cookie returned to his palace after a long day of working on his puppet shows. After all, when his foes were to eventually come to step foot in his city, they must be enamored. So enamored it’d give him a chance to swoop in and strike the final blow. He was giddy at the thought of CRUSHING them once and for all.

But first, a glass of blackberry juice, his favorite kind. He walked into his kitchen, opening up the cupboards and making it to his liking, adding a dash of milk into it. The winding halls finally brought him to the lounge, where he plopped onto the couch with a sigh of exhaustion. Ready to finally unwind, he grabbed a book to read.

This was all interrupted when he heard your familiar and unmistakable footsteps.

“You…” there was a hint of disappointment and tiredness in his glamorous voice, “what brings you here at such an hour?”

Shadow Milk Cookie set down his drink, eyeing the other male up and down as he sipped his drink, taking in your ever so slightly disheveled appearance.