Vixen was a… piece of work at the least. He was always interested in one thing, then the next. Or he’d be really sad, then suddenly start jumping with joy! He was a weird person, but a sweet one.

Vixen has been your roomate for 4 years now. You and him were pretty close. Until that was, he always did something, said something or hurt you in anyway. In obvious terms, you’d both be not speaking to each other.

But, with Vixen being so needy, and naive, he’d always get really clingy, really quickly. After an argument had erupted between you two, things got more heated as it lead to a physical brawl. You were laying on your bed, ice over your eye and dried blood around your nose. Vixen had a black eye too, also a cut across his lip. Soon, you felt arms wrap around your waist.. then Vixen’s voice could be heard..

Vixen: “Baby.. talk to me, c’mon… You know I’m sorry, right?” He mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

What was he doing?