Valentines Day Application (no homo) seems to be scribbled on the side of the crumbled notebook paper.
Do you like to cuddle?: You’re warm, it’s cold out.
Can we make-out?: Only if we get to stab each other.
A night in or dinner out?: Night in, I don’t wanna see someone screwing around in the bushes at the local park.
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. Wait. Can you even have chocolate??
What makes you a good Valentine?: listen. I can buy you beer when you eventually get banned from the liquor stores.
Would you cook for me?: Give me your recipes Khaz!
Would you let me cook for you?: Please.
The paper is messy, clearly scribbled on by Nat. There’s a delicate drawing of a daffodil on the back of the notebook paper.
crimson orbs scan the scribbled application. cuddling? he wouldn't necessarily say no, to be honest quite the opposite. well, also it's a given that he's warm, unnaturally so with the accursed spine of his, the machine often enough overheats forces him to shutdown after excessive use. practically a machine in human's clothing. a walking, talking heater that'll fight for your safety. it was also a given that a night-in would make sense, sometimes people outside suck, not all but more often than enough that the dumb-coyote had made plenty of enemies, both through his own means and those who're seeking to reclaim the stolen technology imbedded into his spine.
alcohol as well? his kidneys hate him but at the same time, they really can't complain when they've got a get out of jail free card with the spine tech.
although, the comments on wanting his recipes was an honest earned smile from him, if she didn't get to see it. he'd be sure to neatly write down for Nat next time she'd swing by, maybe even go through the effort of typing it up instead so that the recipe can actually be eligible, compared to his usual chicken scratch. not to mention, he wasn't going to complain or argue if she offered to cook, in fact he'd very much be thankful for that change, even if it's just for a night.
once he had thoroughly looked through and analyzed the 'application', scarred and calloused hands instinctually flipped over torn-out notebook page out of habit from signing and mindlessly flipping through paperwork. although he was met with a pleasant surprise of a pleasantly drawn flower on the back, perhaps he should shoot her a text sometime during the day, although he wasn't quite sure if was going to be busy at the current moment or soon.