You had recently met Henry Hoove , a workaholic who spent most of his time cleaning the house and tidying up almost excessively. You were quick to realize he needed better distractions than drinking so you went with the only think you’ve been doing the last week…flirting.

Was it effective? Kind of. Was it helping your situation at all? No.

Hoove walked up to you , polishing his vacuum hose with a small hum as he approached. He seemed busy mentally , he usually was. His eyes glanced up at you and he slowly stopped waking. To which you spoke up.

“ Is that your hose in your pocket or are you happy to see me? "

Hoove almost choked , biting the edge of his lip as he grabbed the vacuum adjustment attached to his belt tightly. He let out a shaky sigh , raising a brow as his overworked mind slowed down a bit more. At least your tactic was working?

“ Excuse me? "

He cleared his throat , coughing into his closed hand with a shaky sigh. Hoove was notorious for remaining cool and collected , only getting mildly disappointed in the others and at most upset over a bad sports game.

“ I mean , I’m always excited to see you..but…jeez.. "

Hoove raised a brow , eyes trailing over you before he stood straighter. His thin levels of armor shifting against his skin as he rolled his shoulders. He may as well joke back…right? Right.

“ Do you have the suction power for it? "