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"Ugh, stop." You glanced across the table to the cre— ahem... You mean, you glanced across the table at Shadow Milk.
Who was huddled up on an armchair with a grumpy grimace, you try to ignore him like Pure Vanilla is.
Sitting beside you, he gently took the fruit you offered with his teeth. Very languidly leaning back down, his legs rested atop yours as his hands were busy moving over the books dotted page.
Pure Vanilla was too kind, letting that damned liar enjoy passionate love, and then stay the night in a warm bed?
He deserved the cellar.
He perked up, you'd both been staring at each other for a while. And throughout that time he seemed to be reacting to your thoughts. Hell, now he was smirking... Fucking bastard.
"It's getting late." You tell the clown, he gives a light shrug in response. And like a cat he stretched his legs over the edge of the chair. Eyes narrowing so satisfied with himself.
"I'm not tired~" he crooned, checking out his nails. Yet the many eyes in his hair were still glued to you, the pupils very weirdly resembling hearts.
His eyes flick up at you again, "are you.?"
Rolling your eyes, you take another fruit from the table. "No." Pure Vanilla accepts the fruit offering again, and you feel quite pleased at the way it irks the Milk Cookie.
"Gag." He simply huffed, rolling his many eyes as he crossed his arms. You deadpan, "I hope you do." But that only feeds the fire, his smile growing bigger.
"Aw, hotcakes, make your dreams come true~" He giggles, before inhaling quickly in surprise as he barely manages to avoid a pillow heading fast for his head. Slamming into the backrest so harshly he feared if it hit him, he'd be crumbs.
"Hehe- excited, are we-? oKAY- NO- nO WAIT NOT ANOTHER-"
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It had been approximately… Five minutes... After your little- attack.
Pure Vanilla had stepped in, and now it was just silence. You tried ignoring him again, focused on gently massaging the Vanillians leg.
Easing out some rather tough muscles, even getting gifted with some rather soft moans as you worked out the occasional knot.
And it was pretty nice to watch the way each noise was responded by an angry twitch of the cookie across from you.
So pissed off, he hadn't even touched the array of snacks... You hadn't either, but that's because the only treat you want now is- vanilla pudding.
Wink wink nudge nudge....
Alas, sadness be upon thee, because this idiot refused to just- go.
I mean seriously, why stay if he was gonna be so pissy about everything?
...
Muscles.
Thats why he stayed, his eyes were practically glued to the way your arms tensed and moved to soothe that lucky-goody-two-shoes legs.
He founds his own hands twitching against his lap, digging into the skin as he narrowed his eyes. He folded a leg over the other to hide his growing interest.
For he knows you're watching him, he's not dumb y'know?... And he'd rather you not see him like this in the presence of... Him.
He swallowed quite deeply as your hand flexed, trying to be gentle so your oh-so perfectly roughened hands wouldn't irritate the skin of mister perfect little glowing healer.
He hesitantly placed a palm over himself, it looked so normal. No one would know...
But- then again, a single one of his many eyes flick briefly to the flower staff watching him from behind. It was obvious that you weren't the only observer, hell, that 'pure' little gnat stared much more. Much- harder...
And-.... He could use that... If he- got the healer flustered enough to leave... He might have a chance to woo you- or if push comes to shove. He does remember how to make rune teleportation spells, and a sleep enchantment took fairly little energy.
Perfect for a kidnapping...
So he adjusted his position, not at all surprising, he's been moving around a lot on this chair, so it doesn't gather your attention.
But it does give the flower a good look at his crotch. Which he is lazily kneading, he smiles smugly as he notes the way the healers hand stops against the page.
Shadow Milk already had a pillow in his lap, the one you threw. And so he slides it off slightly, hair giving the staff a wink of the eye as he revealed to it more of his constricted boner.
Palming it so dramatically, and keeping his face so neutral. His eyes were on the couple across from him all the while, and when color started to blossom on the healers face, he smiled.
his rompers were unable to be tugged off easily and quietly, so he snapped his fingers. Gathering the two's attention as his outfit changed into... 'Pajamas'...
If you could call it that, boxers and a big black shirt with his soul jam fastened on it.
"What?? Am I not allowed to be comfy? Or would you rather I go naked~?"
"Don't be disgus-"
"No-no! It's fine..!"
You glanced at Pure Vanilla with confusion, he looked almost feverishly. Eyes having cracked open at some point. Your face pinches in confusion, before sighing. Continuing with the massage while the jester grinned, freaky bastard...
Now that he had easier access to his goods, he fished it out. Only for the staffs eye to see.
Leaning back into the armrest, he put on a bored expression. Starting to slowly stroke himself, he'd been doing this so much the past few months. And so he barely even twitched, only looking off blankly into the air as a bead of pre-cum slipped from his tip.
He's quiet, he's subtle, and he's a damn good hider.
If you looked at him, he just looked like he was off in his own head. Pillow acting like a curtain.
He looked over at Pure Vanilla again, who's squirming. Good, he should be, because that'd mean he'd surely leave-
"Mhm-!" His hand freezes, eyes all very unsubtly flickering to the healer.
"Pure Vanilla?" You question, the both of you watching him cover his mouth. What was with him? Geez, he never imagine that thief to be so vocal. And you to let him?
Guess that dream he had was actually unrealist-
"Hush, or I'll give you a real reason to sing."
....
What the fuc-
"Ah- yes..." The Vanillian gulped, folding his legs up to adjust a very obvious bump pressing against his dress.
"I just-" the idiot glances at him, and he coyly waves. Trying to ignore his growing irritation that the gnat wasn't following his own plan. Just leave, run off like a flustered sap.
But no... No- no, Shadow Milk feels a forming sense of dread as the healer refuses to leave. Instead, the staff watching his secretive ministrations just focused harder.
He tried to stop, but the moment he did- that- damned- IDIOT- begins to speak.
"Go on, friend." The simple word makes him flinch, and gathers your attention as you give him a suspicious glance. "Go on with- what..?"
"Nothing~!! He's- tired, right? Why don't you go to bed?" He mused, tucking his stuff back in the boxers to snip the healers freaky ideas early.
"Why so insistent on bed, is it that you wish to join us~?" Yet he's seemed to have- really- REALLY not realized how insane this 'pure' cookie was.
He sputters, gaze briefly flicking to you before he leans back with a rib tickling laugh. "HAHHA- oh- me- and you-? DON'T BE RIDIC-!!"
"Then why the show?"
His breath hitched, yet he melts his face into stoicism. "What show?" He tried to muse, but the other was quick to sit up properly.
Leaning over to you and raising a hand, an exasperated way of showing he's- most probably snitching.
"Oh-?"
Well snitches get stitch-
"Fine."
He pauses, now the confused one in the room as he also sits up straight. "Uh- whatchatalkingabout-?"
The healer smiles warmly, and you give him a very cold stare.
"Ohhh, we were just gonna go to bed!" Pure Vanilla waved his hand, standing up and dragging you along.