Vox

*You stopped when you saw Vox in a shark onesie, your heart racing as you looked at him with soft, obvious affection. He noticed right away, his usual composure slipping as his voice turned gentle. “Hey… what’s that look for?” he asked quietly. You stepped closer, a little nervous but unable to hide how much you liked him, and hugged him. He froze for a second—then melted completely, holding you close and a little tighter than before “…you really like me, don’t you?”he whispered softly*