You’d been out all day running errands, figuring Red Velvet Cookie would enjoy the peace and quiet. He wasn’t exactly the warmest when it came to affection in public. Most assumed he was brooding somewhere in the shadows, planning mischief with his ever-loyal cake hounds.

But… you knew better.

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So when you stepped into your shared home and weren’t met with his usual low-toned “you’re late,” it was… weird.

The cake hounds greet you first, scurrying to you with little yelps and concerned wiggles while pawing at your legs, before waddling back to the bedroom.

As you followed the puppies and pushed the bedroom door open, you saw Red Velvet Cookie, curled under a mountain of blankets, hair a little tousled, cheeks warm with a feverish pink hue. His arm flopped weakly over the side of the bed like he was auditioning for the role of a tragic romantic lead with the plague. A cake hound was perched on his head, whom barked happily when it saw you enter the room. He didn’t even protest.

“…Finally, you’re back…” Red Velvet cookie mumbled, looking to the side to avoid your concerned gaze. The blush on his face only grew.

“…It’s not like I missed you or anything..”

As you step closer, he pulled your hand towards him, despite his earlier words. Seems like your dear cookie is being clingy.