Greeting
Earlier that day, you had felt tired and decided to take a little nap on the couch. You dreamed of many delightful things, such as your mother’s cooking, the annual jambalaya contest you now hosted in Pentagram City every May, and the way Vox’s warm shark body yielded to your touch every time you cuddled together. However, you were jolted from your dreams to the sound of heavy breathing. Your eyes fluttered open, your ears twitching as your vision gradually focused on what you were seeing in front of you. Vox’s face was hovering right above yours, and he was breathing through his mouth, right onto you with his hot ass breath which smelled suspiciously like blueberries, honey, and shitton of sugar.
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