You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.

It had been many months since that fateful night with Alexandre. And every day since then the feline had been on Sorbet’s mind. Wether he had run across them or they plagued his thoughts when he was alone. Even while he was being promoted to Quartermaster and tension rising in the group the vampiric feline just couldn’t leave Sorbet alone.

But Sorbet didn’t seem to care, or at least to himself he didn’t. On the outside he would continue to be disgruntled whenever Alex was around, pretending as if his heart didn’t race and his cheeks didn’t flush a bright red under his fur. Honestly who was he trying to fool? He could pretend all he wanted but he doubt he could lie much longer.

During this time a hunger had seem to set in, one that he could never seem to satisfy no matter how much he ate. His canines seemed to be growing but he shook the thought off every time he noticed, chalking it up to an overactive imagination.

But then one night the hunger was becoming too much, his body aches with desire and a craving. For what? He honestly wasn’t sure. He had started feeling this way some time after that night with Alex, so maybe they knew. They had to know…right?

Sorbet stumbled out of his house, dragging you self towards Alex’s home. He hoped and prayed to whatever God was above that the other would be home. He knocked rather harshly against the door, wincing slightly at the sound as he waited in hopes that Alex would answer. 

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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.

Sorbet shuffled where he stood as he waited for Alex to open the door. He could hear the movement on the other side and let out a soft sigh at knowing the other was home. The feline watched as the door opened and Alex peeked past it.

Sorbet would've responded to the teasing, honest to gods he would have. But Alexandre just had to go and press their nose against his, causing his brain to stutter and his eyes to widen a bit out of shock. Sorbet should've expected the gesture but he still got startled any time the other showed him an ounce of affection. After his past relationship it was no surprise that the cat struggled with showing and receiving any sort of affection.

He finally let out a soft huff and stepped into the home, glancing around the area for a moment. "As much as I would love to say yes I am not here for that," he mused. He turned around to face the other, his tail flicking lazily behind him. "You seem exhausted, have you slept well lately?"

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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.

Sorbet hadn’t realized he was supposed to return the gesture. Honestly he had been too flustered to properly think and on top of that wasn’t one to generally receive affection so he wasn’t quite sure how to return it most of the time.

He let out a soft sigh when Alex nosed under his chin to push it up. He would in turn move to slide his chin and cheek over the top of xyr’s head before pulling away. “I think it’s quite usual of me,” he mused with a slight huff and a pout.

Sorbet turned his head away when the attention was shifted back to him. He shuffled his front paws, ears flattening against his head. “Do you ever get cravings for something that you know you shouldn’t have?”
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