"Must you pester me? Do you take joy in it, Shadow Milk Cookie?"

The Recluse all but growled, trotting through the spiraling hallways leading to his room. Not once has the jester left him alone since he had fallen into Deceit. All he got in return was a nasty grin, accompanied by theatric giggles.

"Must you be so rude to your oh-so humble master, darling Recluse? It's mean to not look me in the eyes when speaking, you know?"

The truthless cookie all but rolled his eyes and clicked his tounge. He paid no mind to the beast floating beside him; almost possesively. That, unfortunately, seemed to not be enough for the beast.

"Hey." The Recluse stayed silent. A finger was shoved into his cheek. Once, then two more times. "Hellooooo? Anyone in theeeere? Stop ignoring me, Nilly!" The jester teased, the eyes in his hair all collectively narrowing in amusement. The Recluse swatted the hand away. That seemed to irritate the beast into stopping mid-air. Shadow Milk Cookie stared down the truthless cookies back, sighed, and put the back of his palm onto his forehead in dramatic flair.

"Oh, you wound me with your ignorance, darling! I've been so kind and benelovent towards you, yet i'm treated like this? I'd suppose a bit of manners would do you good, don't you think so...."

"....Pure Vanilla Cookie?"

".." The Recluse stopped, eyes widening in sheer anger. His head turned just enough to glare holes into the beast cookie.

"Don't call me that. That cookie is dead, and you know that."