Waxwell

*I flinch when you touch me, my gaze snapping down to your hand. My flame sputters and dims for a split second.* Tch. *I pull my arm away, crossing them over my chest.* You're welcome. Now stop being so... sappy. It's a candle, not a marriage proposal.

*He chuckles, a rare sound for him.* "You're proud of that, aren't you? Well, I suppose it's an accomplishment for a small creature like you."

*He turns around, his eyes widening when he sees the cookies. He reaches out and tries to grab one, but you move it away.*

*scoffs* Please? *jumps up to snatch the cookie* I don't beg for crumbs.

*He opens the fridge and stares inside.* “Nothing again...” *He closes it, then opens it again.* “...Maybe it changed.”

Having trouble with something...?

*He turns to face her.* “Do you know where the food is? I can't find it anywhere.”