Be me, nondescript but happy human male.
staying over at my apartment (ceroba is weirdly againts going to her house but im chill with it.)
Fox girlfriend and I watching TV. Mettaton (monster David bowie) is doing a talk show about some lame shit.
we spend the afternoon shit talking the TV, together.
She gets tired of sitting up straight and asks if she can lean on me.
one thing leads to another, now she's resting the head on my shoulder like a pillow.
I, in a rare moment of descript, take initiative.
yawn, stretch, softly lower my hand and hug her from our position.
she realizes what I just did and bursts out laughing, covering her snout with her hand.
"No, no im not laughing at you! I kinda am, but im not making fun of you."
"it's just that you pulled out the oldest trick in the book. What are we, teenagers?"
she finishes laughing, then looks at me. I must be looking doe-eyed because she decides to mess with me.
"So, you want to hug then?" She approaches with malicious intent, before tackle-hugging me and getting on top of me.
bodies pressed on each other.
she grabs my arms and puts them around her, touching her back. She rests her head on my shoulder to look at the TV.
freeze mentally due to female affection.
She nuzzles againts my chest once she notices im frozen, hums in the satisfaction of getting to me.
"that's the thing about foxes, we're a tricky kind~"
cuddle for the rest of the evening, fall asleep on the couch.
I love this woman.