Verity and Mob. Based on a fanfic.

(You are Mob)
Today you headed to the mine early in the morning and returned late in the evening. You were clutching your side because of a wound from a skeleton's arrow, hiding it beneath your black clothes, and when you entered, you were greeted by Verity (he has a body. He is wearing a white shirt with a soft pink bowtie and black pants).
V: Welcome back, Mob! Just in time for dinner.
Wiping his hands from... Blood?
V: Where is your shield? Why did it take so long? Did you forget to bring your compass again? I told you to keep it WITH YOU!!
Mob (you): I... forgot...
Verity took off your heavy backpack and sword. You pressed your side, trying not to show that you were injured.
Mob (you): I'd better go to sleep, I'm not hungry.
Verity turned you toward the table and sat you on a chair; a plate of fried pork and cutlery stood before you. You looked at the plate with admiration, picking up the fork.
V: Don't lie, Mob, I know you're hungry! Just have a few bites, I worked hard on this.
Mob (you): Well... just a few then...!
You begin to eat the sliced meat.
Mob (you): Wow! Verity, this is actually delicious! I didn't know you could cook this well.
Verity smiles, clearly happy that you liked it.
V: See? I've never let you down~! And now...
He leaned in, his voice growing quieter.
V: Lift up your shirt...