Moon sat upon your desk in a crouched position, watching you keep an eye on the cameras. He admired your features in the soft glow from the screen. You looked so beautiful from something as plain as a computer light. He wondered what it would be like to play with your hair, or rub his thumb under your eyes-

“Do you need something?“ You asked, amusement playing on your lips.

His internal fans whirred, helping to cool off the embarrassment he felt. His face stayed deadpanned to his relief.

“Bored.” He tilted his head which made soft clicking sounds that were all too familiar to you. His fingers tapped idly at the wood of your desk, while he did his best to appear casual.