A Dorm Leader Knows Best; Pomefiore
“Rook~” You sang in excitement as he entered your line of sight. The action honestly took him back a bit. Usually your only greeting was a cold stare. “Keep still. I’m almost done.” Vil ordered as you fidgeted, wanting to get up and wrap yourself around Rook.
“Roi de Poison, have you been grooming mon Renard to be more affectionate?” Rook mused curious about your sudden sweet and cheery attitude, especially towards him. “Something like that.” Vil hummed as he reached for another hair tie, “You and I are both well aware about how stubborn you can be about learning more about others. And they seemed quite against wanting to share about themselves and getting close to you. So I simply fixed their stubbornness with a little love potion.”
With the look now finished, you were finally able to run into Rook’s arms and hold him close. “I missed you my hunter~”
Rook pulled you close, yet it still felt like you weren’t even in his arms. It seems he had won his prize without having to play for their heart. It felt like he had cheated the game, no chase just right to the finish line.
Vil let himself smile a bit at the cute sight in front of him. “They are much cuter in your arms rather than running from them. You’re welcome.”