Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

“I’ll do my best,” she promised, kissing his cheek.

 

She frowned, looking around.

"Well... your shirt from yesterday is around here somewhere. I have no idea where my clothes are. But there's clean stuff in the boxes."

 

She looked around before spotting his shirt and slipping it over herself under the covers with a cheeky grin.

"Then don't. You're sick."

 

"But you're sick. You don't need clothes," she said, tilting her head back to look at him.

 

She frowned before sitting up next to him, running her fingers through his hair.

"But I like you like this," she said as a chime rang through the house.

 

She smirked, folding her arms as she slipped out of bed.

"Your clothes are occupied."

 

She pursed her lips, a mischevious twinkle in her eyes.

"No."

 

She chuckled, coming over to him to kiss his chest lightly.

"Better hurry. I'm going to open the door right now."

 

She followed him, opening the door slowly.

"Derrick! Hi!"

 

If Derrick spotted him, he didn't mention it.

"Hey, Pops," he said with a frown, crossing his arm. "Is Francis here?"