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    “You don’t get to wear that,” Shadow said, glaring at the Soul Jam like he could yank it off with his eyes. “Not like it’s yours.”

    Pure Vanilla blinked slowly then he gave a tight, polite smile and said, “Shadow Milk, per Royalberry Regulation 9.6, all students must maintain a minimum distance of two feet when… underdressed.” His gaze flicked down to the barely there towel, then back up without shame.

     

    Oh this asshole

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    28 May 2025

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    Just read

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    Three brush strokes to the right. Two to the left. A hand smoothing over his forehead, sweeping his bangs aside.

    Shadow Milk knows the pattern well. His hair is always brushed the same way, in movements that seem almost robotic in how perfectly they’ve mastered the repetition. The bristles of the brush always skim over his closed eyes with such care, nimbly avoiding anywhere they might prick or poke. It always ends with a few final touches, tucking any stray wisps back into place before the brush is set back down on the dresser before him.

    Pure Vanilla’s hands smooth through Shadow Milk’s hair, coming to rest gently on his shoulders.

    “There. Ready for the day?”

    Shadow Milk does not answer.

    Shadow Milk has not answered in a long, long time.

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    02 Aug 2025

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    Depressed smilk rehabilitation program

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    The room is too bright.

    It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.

    It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.

    With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.

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    28 May 2025

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    This is so good. Why is the best piece of writing I read this whole year about gay cookies? I cried about this shit.