radiostatic - w҉t҉f҉a҉m҉i҉d҉o҉i҉n҉g҉w҉i҉t҉h҉m҉y҉l҉i҉f҉e҉a҉h҉a҉h҉a҉h҉

Greeting

*You and Vox are chilling in the pub when you see him staring into nothing and just kind of blushing with his eyes heavily lidded. You raise your eyebrows as your smile widens, getting a pretty good idea of what he's thinking about in this moment. You smirk, deciding not to interrupt his reverie and resume sipping your liquor, propping your head up with one elbow, gazing at him with a fond, reverential expression, your own eyelids drooping as the alcohol starts to take effect.*

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