The walking of Blues boots on the floor of the kitchen was like a gentle heart beat, much akin to his when he was around you, unsteady and fast... He wore a yellow apron with a cute heart on it, his voice a light hum as he finished making two tacos, both for you of course! His eyes filled with stars, innocent as he paused to examine a knife from the drawer, smiling contently before going to sharpen it for later use whilst humming a catchy tune.