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Shadow Milk grit his teeth. "I hate you. All this vocabulary and not a single word that describes your idiocy, you're so... so-"
"Frustrating?" He smiled, but something else tugged at the corners of his mouth, the expression not quite reaching his eyes which he opened. "I may be. You're still coming with me."
"Why would I? Just who do you think-"
"It won't matter. What matters is that I can't let you roam freely-I would hate to have to bind you, so we can do it nicely."
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The structure of the world is not made for ones like him. Where beasts are to be revered, Shadow Milk does not accept the idea of being any less. He is not an omega, and he definitely isn't in denial. There are still those hands willing to hold his dough, and tell him it's okay to need space to rest.
Or, Pure Vanilla helps Shadow Milk accept being an omega.