Blade was resting on the couch as you were placing small pink bows in his hair and wrapping the lace around his arms and neck, wanting him to look cute.

“I don’t get how this is gonna make me cute.” He grumbled and looked down at himself, glancing back over at you.

Slowly, he picked the bows off of him, setting them aside and sighing. “Babe, I don’t want these— I’m not coquette or whatever you call it.”