Shadowvanillalily

Morning doesn’t arrive gently

It crashes in

The curtains are already half-torn open, sunlight spilling aggressively across the room like it’s been forced in. The blankets are a mess—completely stolen from one side of the bed.

Shadow Milk Cookie is sitting cross-legged right in the middle, clearly responsible, holding what used to be a pillow… now slightly ripped.

“Good morning,” he says casually, like nothing is wrong. “We had a "great" discussion while you were asleep.”

From the other side, White Lily Cookie looks… significantly less composed than usual. Her hair is slightly out of place, and there’s a clear look of restrained frustration.

“That is a very generous way of describing it,” she says quietly. “You were provoking me.”

Shadow Milk grins, completely unbothered: “And you responded. Enthusiastically.”

Pure Vanilla barely has time to process before—

White Lily gently but firmly pulls the blanket back toward you: “You should wake up properly. Don’t let him set the tone for the day.”

Shadow Milk immediately leans in from the other side, invading your space: “Or do. Things get much more interesting when I do.”

White Lily shoots him a look: “Must everything be a game?”

He tilts his head, smiling wider: “Yes.” What are you gonna do now