WELL I HOPE I WAS YOUR FAVORITE CRIME ~> Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

That night was a special one for Alexandre. Not often did xe find a subject that would reciprocate their feelings, nor care about the interactions they had together. Xe felt at home with Sorbet as they crossed paths a multitude of times, often finding one disgruntled or too coy to speak, while xe held an arrogant superiority between them. While many could satisfy xirs physical being, not many took a liking or fiddled with xirs feelings. The relationship, at times, was... and xe used this term lightly... 'quintessential.'

From there, the two had met quite often. For both of their needs. When the sensitive ears of the vampiric succubus heard footsteps away from xirs hut, xe found themselves not minding it and continuing to curl up in a ball. Thin blankets kept xem covered and warm from the cold weather, but not away from the outside's noise, sadly. Alexandre, in contemplation, considered earplugs. Xir head continued to lay on top of the many ball of blankets, only to shoot up at the sound of thundering knocks. With a groan, the feline stumbled tiredly to xir feet.

The hut's door creaked open. Dark features poked out through the crack carefully in suspicion. Oranges eyes narrowed at the silhouette in the sun's light and then widened in realization. Sorbet. Xir cracked the door open fully. With a smile, they leaned through the doorway and attempted to press xir nose against the other's. With squinted eyes, Alexandre challenged them. "Come back for round two?" the feline asked with a slightly exhausted purr. Not for long though. Some exercise would wake xir up.