as soon as Shadow Milk hears that sweet voice, he bristles like a cat himself. there's a sharp gasp from him, and he loses all his concentration. Catra's comment about them not being friends only further rubs salt into the wound. good, he thinks. we're definitely not friends! that should show him!
but it kind of. feels bad. ouch.
anyway, Shadow Milk is crumbling to dust. not literally, at least. he falls back, losing his place on the mat, but then pops up and stares at Pure Vanilla with wild eyes and an embarrassed blush. he points at him]
You hear that, doughbrain?! We are NOT friends! So don't go assuming anything!
[he wants to fly, to disappear, to flee away from this spot where he's dying of shame. but he can only storm off to his room. Catra has won the board game triathalon]
( The both deny it, and Shadow Milk seems to stomp off shortly after. He frowns deeply at that. Perhaps that was just Shadow Milk, but he hasn't exactly stomped off like that before.
He looks to Catra apologetically, bowing his head a little. )
My apologies. It was not my intention to disrupt your time together. Perhaps if we speak with him, the both of you can resume what you were doing before,
( Was he pushing him too hard? Ironic that the feared beast was as sensitive was he was, but he understands, nor does he judge him for it. )
[ The game folds like a poor poker hand, and Catra's left slumping down onto the fabric TwistyTM mat with a blink, legs crossed and hands supporting her torso, eyes flickering between the two. 'Milky' speaks up, storms off, and Catra's expression briefly shows a hint of stinging sadness, masking it into her usual neutral grumpy look when Vanilla speaks to her. ]
Don't bother. If he doesn't want to then it doesn't matter.
[ Her voice comes out in a huff, just a hint of edge. Slowly, the cat shifts to stand, kinda short as she is, looking over the new arrival with sharp eyes. ]
( With Pure Vanilla's sight being what it is, he doesn't catch that pained expression. However, he looks thoughtful. He can't help but want to smooth things over. )
I understand Shadow Milk Cookie rather well, despite what he may say. We are two sides of the same coin, after all. Do not take his words to heart. What he wishes for is the company of others.
( Approaching him may do more harm than good if it's just him doing so. )
He may desire conversation after what just occurred.
Her tail twitches, glancing back, the frown lingering. ]
You think? Sure looks like that's the opposite of what he wanted.
[ Her gaze narrows. Not quite suspicious, but she isn't giving it much merit. But then, if they're not friends, why does she care, anyway? Why try and cheer him up?
Stupid. A small growl lingers in her throat before she scoffs. ]
( He hears that frown, and his voice softens in further attempt to mediate. )
At least knocking first would likely be our best bet. If he further pushes you away, then... it would be best to leave it for right now.
He can be rather... stubborn when pushed too hard.
( He's being rather kind about Shadow Milk. He is the cookie who did cause a great amount of chaos for both him and his friends... But Pure Vanilla is someone who forgives even those who have wronged him. )
[ He's far too nice. Catra's ears fold back, running the logic through in her own mind.
Shadow Milk is the one that stormed off, so why does she have to be the one to make ammends? It's unfortunate, maybe, that the cat's a little too prickly, and she has too many hangups about people leaving her to go chasing.
Her tail twitches to one side, narrowed eyes closing with a huff. ]
Whatever, let him leave.
He knows how to contact me if he wants.
[ She's not speaking quietly, a part of her wonders if Shadow Milk will hear her. It's an irreconcilable rift for now.
She turns, a sharp 'tch' escaping, and before Vanilla can even get a word in Catra's heading for the exit. Mood soured, go figure. ]
( Before he can respond, she leaves. He can hear the shuffle of movement and the door opening and closing. He frowns thoughtfully. His response is the opposite of what she's decided, it seems. At the least, he'll check on his housemate.
He makes his way quietly to Shadow Milk's door, knocking quietly. If he doesn't hear a response, he'll come back later to check on him. Perhaps he can leave )
[from his room, Shadow Milk Cookie cannot hear Catra leave, though he does hear some talking through his closed door. sheesh, he ran off like a coward. why? he's not even sure, but he is ashamed of himself. he hates showing weakness.
so when Pure Vanilla Cookie comes to his door, he opens it right away, gesturing and bowing grandly]
Is my prrrresence requested again? Oh, my audience is so needy!
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i'm sorry for him
as soon as Shadow Milk hears that sweet voice, he bristles like a cat himself. there's a sharp gasp from him, and he loses all his concentration. Catra's comment about them not being friends only further rubs salt into the wound. good, he thinks. we're definitely not friends! that should show him!
but it kind of. feels bad. ouch.
anyway, Shadow Milk is crumbling to dust. not literally, at least. he falls back, losing his place on the mat, but then pops up and stares at Pure Vanilla with wild eyes and an embarrassed blush. he points at him]
You hear that, doughbrain?! We are NOT friends! So don't go assuming anything!
[he wants to fly, to disappear, to flee away from this spot where he's dying of shame. but he can only storm off to his room. Catra has won the board game triathalon]
i love him anyways
He looks to Catra apologetically, bowing his head a little. )
My apologies. It was not my intention to disrupt your time together. Perhaps if we speak with him, the both of you can resume what you were doing before,
( Was he pushing him too hard? Ironic that the feared beast was as sensitive was he was, but he understands, nor does he judge him for it. )
stinky
Don't bother. If he doesn't want to then it doesn't matter.
[ Her voice comes out in a huff, just a hint of edge. Slowly, the cat shifts to stand, kinda short as she is, looking over the new arrival with sharp eyes. ]
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I understand Shadow Milk Cookie rather well, despite what he may say. We are two sides of the same coin, after all. Do not take his words to heart. What he wishes for is the company of others.
( Approaching him may do more harm than good if it's just him doing so. )
He may desire conversation after what just occurred.
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Her tail twitches, glancing back, the frown lingering. ]
You think? Sure looks like that's the opposite of what he wanted.
[ Her gaze narrows. Not quite suspicious, but she isn't giving it much merit. But then, if they're not friends, why does she care, anyway? Why try and cheer him up?
Stupid. A small growl lingers in her throat before she scoffs. ]
So what, I should just follow and walk in?
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At least knocking first would likely be our best bet. If he further pushes you away, then... it would be best to leave it for right now.
He can be rather... stubborn when pushed too hard.
( He's being rather kind about Shadow Milk. He is the cookie who did cause a great amount of chaos for both him and his friends... But Pure Vanilla is someone who forgives even those who have wronged him. )
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Shadow Milk is the one that stormed off, so why does she have to be the one to make ammends? It's unfortunate, maybe, that the cat's a little too prickly, and she has too many hangups about people leaving her to go chasing.
Her tail twitches to one side, narrowed eyes closing with a huff. ]
Whatever, let him leave.
He knows how to contact me if he wants.
[ She's not speaking quietly, a part of her wonders if Shadow Milk will hear her. It's an irreconcilable rift for now.
She turns, a sharp 'tch' escaping, and before Vanilla can even get a word in Catra's heading for the exit. Mood soured, go figure. ]
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He makes his way quietly to Shadow Milk's door, knocking quietly. If he doesn't hear a response, he'll come back later to check on him. Perhaps he can leave )
Shadow Milk Cookie?
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so when Pure Vanilla Cookie comes to his door, he opens it right away, gesturing and bowing grandly]
Is my prrrresence requested again? Oh, my audience is so needy!
[like nothing even happened]
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Er... Yes...
( As exaggerated as ever. He expects it to be an act, just as most things are with him. )
You see, you had left in such a hurry that I wanted to check on you. But, it seems as though you're in high spirits as you always seem to be.
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[he wanders back out to the dining room without saying anything further, and then looks around. oh, Catra is gone. and she won]
Hmmm! It appears that my hiss-terical playmate has found another way to occupy her time.
[whose fault is that, Shadow Milk]
Oh well!
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( Will he deny it? Perhaps not. Shadow Milk does enjoy his games, though the ones he likes are.... normally on the more dangerous side... )
Perhaps the both of you can find some time to spend together again soon.
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Perhaps.
[he doesn't want to cheat, even though he misses having his powers. he wants to show Catra more fun games, actually]
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( In a peaceful way, that can bring some joy to others. )
It seems as though the ball may be in your court, if I were understanding your companion correctly.
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She said what she wanted to say already!
gagtag
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...Yeah, well, it isn't your business, anyway, Pure Vanilla Cookie.
[you're the one who ruined the game!]
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For that, I apologize.
( It really isn't his business, but he feels responsible anyways. )
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Whatever. Don't even worry about it. I'm goin' for a walk.
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Was that his way of saying that it was fine? )
Very well. I shall have dinner ready for the both of us when you return.
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he says nothing, waving a hand in acknowledgment as he leaves the cottage. hmm, things to think about! he hates it]