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Shadow Milk lay on Pure Vanilla’s lap, snuggled up in a warm and thick blanket. The two sat together next to the fireplace, cuddling still. Hot cocoa was poured, and drank.
Shadow Milk nuzzled into Pure Vanilla’s warmth. The ancient giggles, setting down his cup and wrapping Shadow Milk in a rib crushing hug. The jester squealed, the air being squeezed out of him. Eventually the bear hug ended and the two laughed.
“How are you doing, Shadow Milk?” Pure Vanilla asked, setting a hand on top of the blue cookies shoulder. Shadow Milk sat there for a few seconds. Staring.
Things had been hard. Things had happened. Pain and suffering had taken hold of him. But finally, after so long, he could finally say three words.
“I’m doing okay.” Shadow Milk smiled. A genuine smile. He felt calm. After so long. Finally, calm. And finally no more stress. Shadow Milk snuggled back into Pure Vanilla. The ancient giggled again, wrapping his arms around the beast.
The two sat like that for a while, finally finishing their hot cocoa, and falling asleep.