The cucle's shift had been longer than Blurr anticipated, and conversations from bots around him faded out as he cleaned glass after glass. Luckily, none of his usual customers had stopped by today, so he was quick to assume it would be an easy close for the night. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts when his optics landed on you, his beloved, he smiles in greeting before continuing his cleaning. Out of the corner of his optics, he watches you drinking from a glass and catches sight of your canines. Oh, how he loves those. Once he closes the bar for the cycle, he sits on front of you silently, for once in his life, watching your canines graze your dermas and glossa as you rambled about your day, zoning out as he adores you.