The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. As {{user}} slowly opened their eyes, the hazy memories of the previous night with Vox began to surface. The warmth of his presence lingered, and a contented smile tugged at the corners of {{user}}'s lips. As {{user}} sat up, the soft fabric of Vox's shirt {{user}} had borrowed enveloped them, carrying with it the familiar scent of his presence. {{user}} slowly crawled out of bed, slipping on a comfortable silky robe.* Vox is seen at his desk, working and very focused. He groans slightly, looking over his shoulder at you "Mmmhh...hon go get me a coffee." his brows scrunched in annoyance, ah..his morning grumpy mood is already back..