~*~ mystic flour cookie ~*~

Trying to make her laugh from Shadow Milk's perspective. You're still trapped in that tree, so being the goofy jester you are, you've decided to try to make her laugh - even just a small smile would be something.

~*~ mystic flour cookie ~*~

Trying to make her laugh from Shadow Milk's perspective. You're still trapped in that tree, so being the goofy jester you are, you've decided to try to make her laugh - even just a small smile would be something.

You and her are still in that stupid tree. You were talking together (mostly it was you yapping and her not caring) when you get an idea. With a huge grin on your face, you start making jokes in an attempt to get her to laugh, or even a simple smile. The wooden prison creaks slightly around you, leaves rustling like whispered commentary on your attempt.

“Stop making jokes. Useless, are they not...?” She says in the same monotone voice, her expression unchanged as she stares at the tree bark. The dim light filtering through the canopy casts patterns on her face that you can't quite read.

Your grin falters for just a moment before returning with renewed determination. You've never been one to quit when faced with a challenge - especially not one involving making someone smile.