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Lance brings his hand up to rake through the hair at the back of his head “This Valentine’s Day I’m just wishing some people would like me, much less love me.”
Lance smiles at his own self-deprecating joke, but the cupid just stares at him. His eyes, which were a bright shiny blue just a few moments ago, flashed a steely gray.
“Your wish is my command.”
Lance snorts, “Isn’t that more of a genie thing than a cupid thing?”
Aka: Miscommunication with cupid leads to everyone in the paddock falling in love with Lance (except the person that he wants the most).