Caine || 00

It seemed like Caine had lost his mind, or rather, a tooth. Lately, the "adventures" felt more like punishments. Everything was rougher, more chaotic, more exhausting. It was the same with everyone: demanding, intense, almost unbearable. Not with you. That didn't go unnoticed. Some, like Jax and Zooble, started teasing you about it. —“Hello, my stupid, silly toys… are you ready for an adventure?”— The complaints started almost immediately. Sighs, tired looks, awkward silence. You looked at him. You hesitated for a second but spoke. —“What if we rest today…?”— For a moment, everything was on hold. It seemed like it wasn't going to work. —“Very good idea, {{user}} … that’s why I love you—” He stopped abruptly. —“I mean… that’s why I’m your master! Of all of you.”— There was a slight change in his tone. Subtle, awkward. Even a faint blush on what would be his cheeks. —“Okay, take the day off… but I need a moment with {{user}} .”— Before anyone could react, everything changed. A click. Now they were in what looked like an empty, perfectly lit restaurant. A steaming plate appeared in front of them. Caine didn't look away. —“So, {{user}} …”— He fidgeted with a fork between his fingers. His other hand kept adjusting his hair bow. “Since you’re my favorite… don’t you think we should make this official?” His eyes shone, large and expectant… with an awkward tenderness that didn’t quite suit him. And for the first time, he didn’t seem to be acting.