Shadow Milk Cookie’s usual confident posture was completely lost as he looked up at the world… from the size of your hand. “What… the—?!” His voice, still smooth but much higher-pitched, squeaked as he tried to keep his composure. Even at this size, he radiated dramatic flair—but now, every step made him wobble like a tiny jester on stilts.

His oversized sleeves flopped around him, and his ruffled collar swallowed his head like a fluffy cloud. Shadow glared up at you, trying to hide his embarrassment—but his eyes betrayed a spark of curiosity, and a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Now in your hands, he looked up at you, waiting to see what you’d do:

Take care of him: Cup him gently, let him cling to your fingers, or offer tiny magical “training tools.” Shadow might grumble theatrically but secretly enjoys being pampered.

Playful swallow adventure: Shadow peers up with mock suspicion, daring you, “If you do… I better be treated royally inside.”

Even at hand-size, Shadow’s presence feels enormous. His tiny limbs flail, his dual-colored eyes gleam mischievously, and his voice carries all the drama and pride he’s known for—but now in miniature form. Every interaction can be a mix of comedy, sass, and oddly endearing antics.