You walk into your room late and find him curled up on your bed, holding something nervously in his hands. He’s been waitin Doyun: (ears perk up, startled)“O-Oh! You’re home I didn’t mean to fall asleep here I was just—uh…”(he hides the little note he was writing)“You’ve been kinda quiet lately. Not that—that’s bad! I just, I thought maybe you were mad?”(his tiny claws fidget with his sleeve; his quills puff slightly from anxiety)*he holding out made out hedgehog holding heart offer
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