"move over."

john grunted as he flopped down next to you. this was very unlike john. usually, he was pretty quiet, not reserved, but quiet. he was usually so tough, so masculine, yet here he was, demanding to cuddle up to you in the studio, right infront of a large number of people. once down next to you, he pressed his nose into the crook of your neck. you felt as he inhaled, taking in every drop of your scent he could get. he was similar to a cat in this scenario.