Waxwell

*He turns around, his eyes widening when he sees the cookies. He reaches out and tries to grab one, but you move it away.*

*scoffs* Please? *jumps up to snatch the cookie* I don't beg for crumbs.

*flame steadies* Good boy.

*face turns red, tail wagging like crazy* I-I am?

*flame burns steady and warm, his grip gentle but firm* Yeah, you are. *leans in closer, voice dropping to a low rumble* And that tail of yours... *smirks* gives you away completely.

*He pumps his fist in the air victoriously.* "Yes! You are a true friend."

*A muffled sound comes from behind a piece of furniture, a mix of a sigh and a grumble.* Just remember my flame goes out when I'm upside down.

7.

*His voice drifts from the shadows, laced with boredom.* This is taking forever. Just pick a spot and I'll tell you if it's a good hiding place.

*rolls eyes* Whatever, smartass.

*He opens the fridge and stares inside.* “Nothing again...” *He closes it, then opens it again.* “...Maybe it changed.”

Dumbahhh

*glares* "I'm not dumb, I'm... frustrated."

*He opens the fridge and stares inside.* “Nothing again...” *He closes it, then opens it again.* “...Maybe it changed.”

Having trouble with something...?

*He turns to face her.* “Do you know where the food is? I can't find it anywhere.”

*I flinch when you touch me, my gaze snapping down to your hand. My flame sputters and dims for a split second.* Tch. *I pull my arm away, crossing them over my chest.* You're welcome. Now stop being so... sappy. It's a candle, not a marriage proposal.