Domesticated (Ticci Toby x Neko! Reader)

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  The events of the day dance across your mind and, without even realizing it, you fumble with the collar. It's developed into some kind of 'stress ball' for you. Which is rather ironic because the person who gave it to you started all your problems in the first place. 

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x Toby's P.O.V x

Dang, (First Name) is a heavy sleeper. I think to myself, knocking on their door once again. It's been like this for the past three minutes and no sound has risen from their room. I'm on my..oh I don't know...15th knock? Anyway I hear shuffling behind the door and in a few seconds it swings open. (First Name) is hunched over, gripping onto the doorknob for support. Their (Hair Length) (Hair Color) hair is disheveled and their mouth is stretched open in a yawn.

"It loo-ks like you ha-ven't had a goo-d night sleep i-n months." I say blatantly, cringing when I realize how rude it must've sounded.

"You're right." they say lowly. I backtrack a little, not expecting them to agree so easily. "Did you need something?"

"Oh. Sl-ender is making br-eakfast. It's alm-ost ready." I reply. Their face drops and they whip their head around to check the clock on the wall.

"Sorry! I hadn't realized I slept in so late!" they says bowing the upper half of their body.

"Uhh...it's f-ine, really." I say awkwardly. They lets out a sigh of relief and straighten their posture.

"I'll be down there in two minutes." they say. I nod and they close the door, no doubt dressing as fast as they can behind it. The thought makes me chuckle and I walk downstairs with my hands in my pockets. Of course, something has to ruin my merry mood.

Today that thing is Ironic.

He's sitting at the table and laughing, all the girls crowded around him. I roll my eyes from beneath my goggles and take my seat at the table which happens to be right next to Clockwork. And, what a surprise, she's talking to Ironic too. I groan inwardly but plaster on a happy expression when (First Name) comes down. To my disgust, Ironic's eyes are all over them. They take their seat next to me shyly, their tail flicking.

Slender comes out wearing a 'Kill the Cook' apron and sets our food down. To my surprise, the shy (Hair Color) individual plows down their food eagerly. It's almost funny how their mood shifts so drastically. Anyway, since it took a bit of coaxing to get my mouth guard off and (First Name) kept asking for seconds, we're the last two at the table. They stop to look at me and their face turns bright red.

"Hmm?" I ask with my mouth full.

"Yo-...uhh, your fa-..." they stutter. I cringe and cover my face with my hands. I had taken my goggles off as to not get food on them. Turns out it was a bad idea.

"Sorry..." I mutter.

"N-no..I was gonna say, uhh, you're r-really good l-looking." at these words I snap my head up and see them twiddling their thumbs in their lap.

"Uh, t-t-thanks." I say, wincing at the horrific sound of my tone. They nod and quickly excuse themselves from the table, leaving me alone to my own thoughts.

x Your P.O.V x

Fuck fuck fuck fuck why did I say that?! It's only my first day here and he probably already thinks I'm weird! you inwardly curse to yourself, your face stained red opposed to (Skin Color). On your way upstairs, you bump into Ironic. Or rather Ironic's chest.

"Sorry!" you apologize, restraining yourself from a bow. He laughs and ruffles your hair, accidentally brushing your ears.

"No. It's fine." he explains. Red travels up your face and you duck down to avoid his touch. He gives you a confused expression.

"S-sorry, my ears are really sensitive..." you say looking down. You hear him chuckle.

"In that case..." he trails off and you feel something soft and warm being pressed against your right ear. You squeak and Ironic pulls back, grinning.

"I had to have something, you did run into me after all." he says walking downstairs.

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Sorry it took so long!