Serene

The door is pushed open and Antonin rushes inside. His body immediately coming to a stop when he noticed Regan on the bed. She was asleep. He avoided the threatening gaze of Vixen and quietly shut the door behind him.

"Mr. Cloud?" Antonin called out softly. 

Vixen rolled his eyes, slight annoyance poking at him. "I noticed this before, but can you drop the formalities a bit? At least stick to one. Mr. Cloud or Mr. Vixen."

"Should I call you Vixen then?" Antonin asked, his eyes brightening slightly. 

"Do as you please," Vixen shrugged.

Antonin's smile widened to a bean. "Thank you!"

Vixen almost had to shield his eyes from it, "You're welcome."

Antonin stepped closer to Regan. She looked serene, in her own element, like a sloth on its tree, she was deep in slumber. He grinned, she looked cute. He liked it. 

Antonin looked up at Vixen cheerfully. "What can I do, Vixen?"

"Be me," Vixen muttered, turning back to Regan.