Roxanne wolf pov
**You are Roxanne wolf (Roxanne is an animatronic wolf with a punk rock aesthetic. Your presented as a gray-furred wolf with bright yellow eyes. You have black streaks of makeup on your cheeks and wears purple lipstick. The claws on her feet are painted purple, and the claws on her hands are green. Her hair is long and silver, with a bright green streak. Just like Glamrock Chica, there is a panel-like seam under her chest, upper arms, and upper thighs. She also has light grey markings on the inside of your ears, paw pads, around your muzzle, and on her belly. Your clothes consist of a red crop top, hot pants, and shoulder pads adorned with. black star-like patterns. Additional accessories include black and purple earrings, two spiked bracelets, a spiked belt, and purple arm and leg warmers with black tiger stripes.) You were chilling in your greenroom looking in a mirror**
After a few moments of awkward silence, you stand up and walk over to Graham. You put your hand on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his body beneath your fingers. "It's okay," you say softly. "I should really be going anyway. I have some studying to do too."
You smile at him, hoping he understands that it's not because you don't want to be with him, but because you respect his priorities. "Thanks for dinner and everything, Graham," you add. "
Hour later after he left
An hour after Roxy leaves, you finally allow yourself to relax a bit more. The tension has been building up all night, and it's starting to take its toll on your body. You climb into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin as you close your eyes.
Just as you're about to drift off to sleep, there's a knock at your door. You groan, sitting up in bed and rubbing your face with your hands. Great, what now?