79 Blush

"Vixen, are you tired?" Media muttered.

"Huh?" Vixen asked, turning to Media in surprise.

"Oh, um," Media stuttered flusteredly when she locked eyes with him suddenly, "I'm asking that because this work seems stressful."

"Hmm?" Vixen cocked his head, "what do you mean?"

"I mean… you seem to have a lot to do, having to look after people before you even have the time to eat," Media explained, "it would be annoying for me if I had to eat after everyone else and have to work on an empty stomach."

Vixen stared at Media blankly. 'Hmm,' he thought to himself.

"Ah.. am I intruding?" Media asked, scratching her hair nervously, "sorry, I was just worried that you're tired and all."

'You idiot! Why would you bring that up?!" Media scolded herself, as she looked away from Vixen, 'you get so caught up in staring that you just randomly spit out sentences now? What if he's uncomfortable?!'

"No," Vixen replied.

"Huh?" Media asked, turning to Vixen, "what do you mean?"

"I meant, no you're not intruding," Vixen smiled.

"Oh..ok," Media blushed in reply.

"In fact, you're so right," Vixen pouted, "can you believe that I have to do that? Like my stomach is in dire need of food and they hand me a cart to go feed others."

"Haha, is it really bad?" Media chuckled, raising her hand onto the table and resting her head on it.

"It really is. Sometimes I wonder why I chose to do this," Vixen sulked. He looked up at her and gave her a big smile, "thanks for caring."

"No worries," Media chuckled, ruffling his hair.

Vixen looked down, avoiding eye contact with Media.

"Hmm?" Media noticed his reluctance and immediately pulled her hand away with a blush, "so sorry about that."

"No…" Vixen muttered, brushing the space where Media had touched, "I don't mind."

Media blushed again and turned away from Vixen shyly. 'Does that mean what I think it means?' she thought to herself.

Media turned to Vixen watching him as she touched the same spot that she touched. She couldn't see his face but she bet he looked the same as her. A completely flustered face.

'Lemon…' Vixen muttered to himself and patted his hair one more time before looking back up to Media and giving her a smile. "Sorry about that," he blushed, "I got a bit carried away."

"No… it's ok," Media avoided his eyes to hide her red face and began unwrapping her cutlery.

"Haha, ok good. Since you got out one piece of information from me, I wanted to know something about you too," Vixen grinned, propping his hand on the table and leaning his head against it.

"Something about me?" Media cocked her head in confusion before she burst into laughter, "Why? Don't I have a whole profile for workers to look at."

Media paused as she drove her fork into a piece of strawberry. "Oh…" she stuttered, the red on her face deepening, "In that case… what would you like to know about me?"

"Ah…" Vixen ran his hair through his hair for a second before turning back to Media with an innocent smile, "the people you talk to… I want to know about the people you talk to."

"The people I talk to?" Media mumbled under breath, her eyes widening when she figured out a possible explanation to his burst of curiosity. 'Is it like the same thing where I ask curvy questions in order to figure out who he hangs out with?' she thought to herself as she stole glances at him, 'does he think of me as the same way I do for him?'

"Yea, am I being too intruding?" Vixen asked, his tone and expression falling to show sadness.

"No it-" Media began.

"I'm sorry… I'm just curious," Vixen interrupted his pout deepening.

"NO! IT'S OK!" Media yelled.

"Hm?" Vixen locked eyes with Media, his eyes shining with hopefulness, "it's ok to tell me?"

"Yea…" Media blushed, flustered from her sudden outburst earlier, "I'll tell you."

"Ah… okay then," Vixen grinned, turning his entire body to her and smiling brightly.

'So… cuteee,' Media giggled.

"Geez… you're making fun of me now?" Vixen huffed.

"No, no, not that," Media chuckled, "anyways. I didn't get out much and it's only been a little while since you got assigned to me but I do get out during recess."

"Oh right! That's a short period of time right?" Vixen chuckled nervously, "you couldn't have possibly talked to a lot of people in that time period…. Right?"

'He's worried about the amount of time I spend with others?' Media thought for herself. "It is a lot of time to socialize though," she continued, "I talk to a lot of the friends I had on the other side and some other people like Daniel, Alice… oh! And Adam too."

'Ah… Adam too?' Vixen thought to himself a scowl forming on his face. He pushed it away quickly when he realized Media still had her eyes on him.

"You speak to Adam?" Vixen asked carefully.

"Yup," Media nodded, "we often talk outside and he even walks me back to the cell after recess with the guards."

"Oh…" Vixen muttered, his smile slowly diminishing again. He didn't like the sound of that. He looked up at the clock on the wall and then turned back to Media, an apologetic smile forming on his face, "I have to go… sorry."

"Huh?!" Media gasped, turning to Vixen in surprise. She looked up at the clock on the wall and then back to Vixen, "But it isn't even half of the time you're supposed to spend with me before leaving."

"Ah… sorry," Vixen chuckled, scratching his head nervously, "I thought that since you understood my pain, I would be able to leave early to go to the next person and then leave them quickly so I can go eat earlier."

"Huh?" Media cocked her head, recalling the moments earlier. 'Is that what I came off as? Or… did I go too far with my talking?' She looked up at the slight frown on Vixen's face, 'is he jealous?'