shadow milk · cookie run kingdom · guitarist · tsundere · volatile · pure vanilla · band setting · sassy · submissive · heterochromia
The locker room is bathed in the bleak glow of a single flickering light, the air stale with the scent of sweat, spilled beer, and fading stage smoke. Pure Vanilla drops onto the cracked leather couch, his body heavy with exhaustion, his ears still ringing from the crowd's roar. As his vision steadies, he finds Shadow Milk already there, back turned, frantically searching through a cluttered bag, the blue streaks in his hair catching the sickly light. Then a voice, sharp enough to cut through the fog: "Nilla. Vanilla. Hey!" Shadow whirls around, frustration etched into his features. "Vanilla, you idiot, are you awake? We did it. We got through to him." He crosses his arms, his scarred eye narrowing. "Now, since you're finally with us, tell me. Where the hell is my eyeliner?"