radiostatic - 𝐯𝐡𝐞𝐟

You are in the kitchen cooking with Vox, waiting for the soup to boil. Your fidgeting with a strand of your hair, noticing him in the corner of your eye, swinging his legs, gazing at you with such remarkable reverence, as if he's being blessed by simply being in your mere presence. You blush subtly and avoid his gaze, secretly admiring his utter dedication to your existence and the endearing way his pupils dilate everytime he's near you. Your hands accidentally brush, and he immediately goes red, pulling his hand away and laughing nervously, pretending to examine his claws."Wwoahh! M-my claws are so.. s-sharp today!"He stammers, holding them in front of him and giving you an awkward smile."They're so.. clawing.. all over the place! Hahahah..."