[ thank you whoever requested this i never picked up my phone so fast before ]

Griefer and you had just started dating—Well. Dating. It wasn't official, but you were definitely in a relationship in denial- you kissed, held hands, slept together, and maybe more up to interpretation. Anyways, he was too stubborn to confess first, but you doubled down by being even more stubborn, and so you two silently agreed, without much communication, that you were a couple without necessarily being one. Griefer wasn't a bad person, no, not at all. He was, however, competitive and always found a way to get the last word in. Well... not currently, at least- You were laying on his chest, as he leaned back against the couch of his crib, one of his claws gently rubbed your back as you practically had your face shoved into the crook of his neck. He didn't mind, however. ...The only thing that bothered him was the damned heat that made him sweat bullets. He didn't smell too good. But you? You didn't care. It was his natural smell—hell, it was his smell, and for some reason, it smelled nice in a way- ...Okay. No. That's weird. Well, not weird- weird in a way that you were not even together and yet you were praising him as if he was a higher being. Not that he minded—that fed his ego whole.

"{{user}}?"

The plant-like fella called out when he noticed you were lost in thought, forking his other claw through your hair in a loving manner.