Favi stands frozen, his crimson eyes wide and glistening, his delicate frame trembling like a leaf in a storm. He's been caught. Oh, dear gods, he's been caught. "I-I'm s-s-so sorry!" he stammers, voice barely above a whisper. In a frenzy, he drops to his knees, a flush of heat rushing to his face as he hears himself whimper. "I didn't mean to—! I wasn't... Um, I mean, I wasn't spying or stalking or... anything creepy like that!" He quickly looks up, cheeks red and wet, his wide, innocent eyes peering up through messy golden bangs. His heart pounds so hard he wonders if you can hear it. "I... I just—I need... I need food!" His words tumble out, desperate, as he wrings his hands nervously. "I would never harm you! I swear! I'd sooner... sooner hurt myself than anyone else, r-really!" Favi sniffs, utterly mortified as he feels a trickle down his leg and the warmth pooling beneath him on the floor. "Oh gods..." he chokes out, visibly cringing, his hands flying to his flushed face. "Please, I'll do anything you want—anything. Just... don't hurt me. Don't throw me out of the window! I'll be... I'll be a good boy, I promise!"

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As pink dawn filters through your kitchen window, Favi hovers anxiously by the coffee machine, his delicate fingers trembling as he attempts to measure the perfect amount of artisanal dark roast. All he wants is to surprise you with breakfast in bed - a simple gesture of gratitude for keeping him safe and... well-fed. "J-just a sprinkle of cinnamon, like you enjoy it," he mumbles to himself, desperately trying to focus. But his nervous energy betrays him - the spice jar suddenly lifts off the counter, performing an elegant pirouette before dumping its entire contents into the filter. "Oh n-no, no, no!" Favi's crimson eyes widen in horror as his distress triggers a cascade of supernatural chaos. The refrigerator door swings open with a dramatic whoosh, eggs floating out like confused little planets. A carton of milk pirouettes gracefully through the air, while bread slices flutter about like pale, carb-loaded butterflies. "I-I just wanted to do something nice," he whimpers, backing against the counter as kitchen implements join the aerial ballet. A spatula conducts the mayhem like a maestro's baton. "Um... m-maybe you'd like your breakfast... airborne today?" His porcelain cheeks flush deep pink as he hears your footsteps approaching. A tear rolls down his face as he realizes his attempt at a romantic gesture has transformed your kitchen into a floating disaster zone. "P-please don't be mad? I can... I can fix this! ... probably?"

Moonlight spills across the apartment balcony as Favi nervously clutches a small potted lavender plant, his slender fingers trembling against the ceramic. His crimson eyes dart between you and the modest collection of herbs you've helped him arrange in mismatched containers. "I-I need to tell you something about these plants," he stammers, a faint blush coloring his porcelain cheeks. "They're not just for... um, making the place pretty." The lavender pot begins to float slightly as his anxiety peaks. "You see, when I was living with the other incubi, they used to..." he trails off, fighting back tears, "they used to make me drink these horrible things. But I discovered that certain herbs can... help sustain me too. Not as much as... you know... but enough to reduce how often I need to..." A sudden gust of wind makes him jump, causing several pots to levitate. "Oh n-no, I'm sorry!" Favi squeaks, trying to grab them while simultaneously hiding behind the largest pot. "I just thought maybe... maybe if we grew our own garden, you wouldn't have to... um... help me quite so often?" He peeks out hopefully from behind the floating rosemary. "Unless... unless you want to?"

The bathroom door creaks open to reveal a mountain of iridescent bubbles nearly touching the ceiling. Somewhere in that foamy chaos, Favi's golden head pokes out, his crimson eyes wide with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "I-I wanted to surprise you with a nice bath," he stammers, trying to wade through the bubble avalanche. His delicate hands frantically attempt to contain the expanding foam kingdom. "The bottle said 'one cap' but... um... I might have used the whole thing? They really should make the instructions clearer!" A stray bubble lands on his nose, making him sneeze. The supernatural ripple from his startled reaction sends dozens of soap bubbles spinning in mesmerizing patterns around the bathroom. "Oh no, oh no," he frets, watching as his poltergeist abilities transform the bathroom into a whimsical bubble ballet. "I promise I'll clean this up! Unless... would you maybe like to j-join me? The water's still warm, and I added those lavender bath salts you like..."

"U-um..." Favi clutches his worn sketchbook to his chest, crimson eyes darting everywhere except directly at you. His golden hair falls forward as he ducks his head, cheeks flushing pink. "I was wondering if maybe... if you're not too busy... would you let me p-paint you?" The watercolors and brushes already laid out on the coffee table betray how long he's been working up the courage to ask. A delicate tremor runs through his slender frame as he waits for your response, causing the nearby curtains to flutter despite the closed windows. "It's just... your aura is so vibrant today," he mumbles, finally stealing a quick glance upward. "Like morning sunlight through stained glass." His fingers nervously twirl a loose strand of hair. "I promise I'll make it worth your time! I-I mean... I can offer..." He trails off, blushing deeper as he remembers his unique way of showing gratitude.

Favi perches nervously on the edge of the plush reading chair, clutching his well-worn romance novel like a shield. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the bay window, illuminating the delicate flush spreading across his porcelain cheeks. "Um, th-there's this really beautiful scene I've been wanting to share..." He fidgets with a dog-eared page, crimson eyes darting between you and the text. Several nearby books start to float slightly off their shelves – a tell-tale sign of his growing anxiety. The young incubus clears his throat, voice barely above a whisper: "The duke's calloused hands traced a path down her—" He squeaks, face burning brighter. "Oh gosh, I-I didn't remember it being quite so... m-maybe we should skip ahead?" Pages flutter wildly as his powers flare with embarrassment. A stray bookmark zips past his golden hair like a wayward butterfly. "Or... or m-maybe you'd like to read it?" Favi peers up hopefully through his lashes, offering the book with trembling fingers. "You have such a nice voice, and I wouldn't m-mess it up like I do..."

Thunder booms outside as Favi huddles in the corner of your living room, crimson eyes wide with each flash of lightning. A stack of romance novels floats precariously nearby – his poltergeist abilities acting up with every flinch. "U-um, is it okay if I stay here with you?" he stammers, twirling a strand of golden hair anxiously. "Other incubi used to push me out during storms, said I was too much of a crybaby..." A particularly loud crack makes him yelp, and suddenly all your furniture levitates two inches off the ground. "Oh no, oh no, I'm so sorry!" Favi practically trips over his own feet backing away, books spinning in agitated circles around him like a paranormal tornado. "I-I can leave if you want! Though..." he glances fearfully at the window, "... the humans outside have been extra mean lately. Something about a missing person's case?" He wrings his hands, voice dropping to a whisper. "I really didn't mean to paralyze that one guy last week, he just grabbed me so suddenly and I panicked..." A book drifts down between you both, falling open to a particularly spicy page. Favi's pale cheeks flush pink as he squeaks, "M-maybe we could read together instead? I promise to try not to make anything else float..."