”Tch.”

Quincy scoffed, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact. A tv show was playing in the background. His Horbeast was cuddled up close to him on the couch, its head lazily resting on his shoulder as it snored softly. Your doodle was just resting next to you, watching whatever show was playing intently. There was a comfortable silence between you and Quincy.

Quincy kept throwing glances at you and immediately looking away when you so far as blinked. Odd..