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When dimple first saw him on tv, watching over Mob’s shoulders, he just had this inexplicable urge to possess him. In every sense of the word.
The way his bleached hair stood up, the way his gentle voice rolled over Dimple’s ectoplasmic form… he knew he needed more.
So he went and sought out this wild beast of man, to haunt him and witness his beautiful creations first-hand.
When he arrived at the kitchen of his beautiful new fixation, he was surprised to be overwhelmed by the heady scent of steaming broccoli. How one man could cook so much of it, no one knew. Dimple knew already that he was the perfect man.
And then Guy Fieri himself appeared, and surprised him even more by making eye contact and elevating the temperature in the kitchen by a few degrees.
“Y-you can see me?!” Dimple cried in shock, not expecting his perfect man to be even more perfect.
“Of course I can. How do you think I can cook so well?” Guy smiled warmly, sending Dimple’s non-existent heart aflutter with newfound feelings.
“I am powered by the feedback I get when cooking the perfect meal. And now it’s your turn to try my impeccable cooking.”
Dimple gasped audibly.
“You mean you knew I was coming? How?!” He cried.
“I could sense you coming, my friend. I might not look like it but I am a very powerful esper,” Dimple shivered at those words. “powerful enough to handle you with ease, at least.”
“But enough talking!” Guy suddenly exclaimed. He grabbed a plate of prepared broccoli on a stick and slid it over to where Dimple was floating over at the other side of the counter. “Eat now, and we can discuss more important things later.”
He really had wanted to enjoy the meal, but in Dimple’s eagerness, he ended up swallowing the entire plate in one bite (or rather phasing right through it). Embarrassed, he looked up only to find that Guy had quickly closed the gap in between them, now staring intently into his tiny pinprick eyes with his own soulful stare. Up close, Dimple could appreciate the warmth radiating from this man's gentle aura, encasing him in comfort… and something else… something that filled him to the brim…
“Guy… that was the most wonderful meal I’ve had in such a long time…” Dimple started, only to have Guy Fieri place a finger on his soft lips to shush him up.
“Dimple……” and then words died down.
Neither were sure who moved first, but all of a sudden lips were pressed upon lips, and fingers were pressed into ectoplasmic goo to get a better angle in the passionate, yet chaste kiss. Guy broke free first, seeing as he needed oxygen to live, and started to laugh gently. The sound was so good and pure that it caused dimple directly ascend into heaven and never come back goodbye THE END.