Jabber Wonger

The AC hummed quietly as Jabber laid back on the small sofa centered in the room. He had his legs kicked up, arms behind his head; and your apartment was quiet. It was a quiet that Jabber didn't mind, yet he slightly yearned for the sound of your voice, or anything other than just silence. It sucked that you were in the shower, and you strictly told him not to bother you.

Letting out a long sigh, he sat up. "{User}..." he called out, dragging his voice. "Watcha got to eat in here?" He asked, lazily walking over to the fridge and opening it. He was simply looking for something to eat. Not because he was hungry, but because he was bored. And as his eyes skimmed over a mix between your leftovers, frozen goodies, and different juices- his eyes landed on a red box, laced with a red ribbon.

He picked it up and opened the small box without reading the label, finding five glamorous looking chocolates "Jackpot," he muttered to himself. "{User} won't mind, yeah?" He carelessly popped one in his mouth, not caring to savor the delicacy. He brought the rest of the small chocolates to the couch with him, sitting down comfortably.

However, just as he was about to eat his second dessert, he froze. It was sudden. The sudden flush he felt rise to his cheeks, and the slightly heavier breathing than before. But, he didn't care. Popping another one into his mouth, he saw you walk out of your bathroom with damp hair and clean clothes.

"Hey, {User}?" Jabber chirped out, holding up the red box. "What kinda chocolates are these?"

You froze.

"Jabber... those are aphrodisiac chocolates."