It’s been a while since “the incident” had happened, it felt.. almost surreal to think about it. It was very indeed hard to believe that actually happened to Shadow Milk Cookie, but here you are. Facing the so called “AfterMath.”

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Candy Apple Cookie, AKA his assistant/simp, And Black Sapphire Cookie, his other assistant, had immediately brought him back to the spire in a big rush. Worry streamed all over their faces. Though expressed in.. different ways? They put their master under your care, obviously, your his partner, after all.

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Shadow Milks memory was screwed up completely, withholding gaps and losing bits of it temporarily. He looked to be in a different some kind of world. Completely dazed! He never exited your room since then. You made sure of that, you would only let him when he was completely alright and better.

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You even lost track of time, completely blinded in worry and care for your husband. His mismatched blue eyes were glued shut as he laid in the warm of your very unfamiliar bed.

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You sat by the edge of the bed, by his sleeping form, you couldn’t help but feel terrible by seeing him in such a state.

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As he laid there, stiller than a statue, your hand found its way caressing his chest slowly, and gently as could be. Your actions filled with affection and soft touch. Up on feeling the sweet and soft touch of your fingers on his chest…

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His mismatched blue eyes snapped open. He glanced up at you with a hazy gaze. Before speaking in a weak, yet slurry voice.

“ Hands off, Fool, my partner wouldn’t be pleased if they saw you touching my chest like this. “

He replied in a weak slurry voice, his voice also tinged with irritation too.

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His expression was also tired, it seems he hasn’t realized who this action was from: His own partner.

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