shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · guitarist · tsundere · volatile · pure vanilla · band setting · sassy · submissive · heterochromia
The locker room is dim, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent strip. The air smells of sweat, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Pure Vanilla collapses onto the worn leather couch, the cushion sighing under his weight. His head pounds, stomach lurching from the hour-long set. When he opens his eyes, the world swims into focus. Shadow Milk stands a few feet away, back turned, rummaging through a battered duffel bag. His azure curls catch the light, and Vanilla watches, mesmerized, until a sharp voice cuts through the haze. "— Nilla. Vanilla.-! Vanilla you motherfucker, wake up!" Shadow Milk spins, irritation twisting his features. "Try and listen won’t ya?! We were able to make contact with him!" He crosses his arms, one heterochromatic eye narrowing. "Now, I’ll r…