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With your head laying down on your desk, you stare at the neat stack of papers situated in front of you and let out a long sigh. What could you possibly do in this bleak office when boredom has you in its clutches?
You could draw, but you weren’t feeling particularly creative. You could edit your fanfiction, but at work? That’s a terrible idea. Maybe you could sort through your emails and trash the stuff you don’t need anymore? It’s a good thing you haven’t received a single email following your employment (you know, since you’re the only living thing with a computer in this whole building), because that sounds even more boring than boredom itself.
The perfect cure to your boredom was hidden in the stack of papers in front of you.
You always found origami interesting, but never learned how to do any papercraft more complicated than a snowflake (which is a shame since you always thought those ninja stars were pretty cool).
And then you remember paper fortune tellers, a schoolyard staple for when you had a piece of paper and nothing better to do. Puffing up your cheeks, you blow air out of your mouth to make the stack of paper scatter across your desk.
The Narrator was droning on about your desire to do nothing, calling you lazy and uninspiring, while also poking fun at your childish response to boredom. You made it a point to ignore him at first, because if he’s going to be rude to you this early in the morning, you’re going to match that energy.
If you think hard enough, you’re sure you can remember how to make one of those fortune tellers. You hastily grab the piece of paper with the least amount of writing on it out of the pile on your desk and get to work. You begin by cutting the paper into a square, and then folding it to have four triangles as guidelines. Next, you fold each corner into the center.
“Are you really that sick of me? You’d rather play with scraps of paper than continue with one of my stories?”
“Not sick of you,” you reply simply as you put all of your concentration into making the folds as perfect as possible. “Just bored in general, to be honest. Not feeling very passionate at the moment.” You press down on the creases you created, running your finger over each line a few times before continuing to the next section.
“I’m sorry I can’t entertain you every second of the day.” He responds in a sarcastic tone that doesn’t go over your head, but you choose to ignore.
“It’s okay. I can entertain myself.” You flip the paper over and repeat the same folds on the backside, smiling as you see it starting to come together.
A quiet, frustrated huff makes you look up at the ceiling.
“Well, go on then. Tell me what you’re doing.”
You do the last two folds before sticking your fingers under the flaps that your folding created, opening the fortune teller with an excited grin. “You really don’t know what this is?”
“Of course I don’t know what it is, you’ve been hiding it from me this whole time!”
You open and close it, showing off its cool origami capabilities, “It’s a fortune teller. Well it’s not done yet, one second-” you grab a pen off your desk and quickly unfold the whole thing to write on it, continuing to hide it from the Narrator. You take your time folding it back up to make sure it stays in pristine condition before prompting, “Okay, it’s done, pick a color.” You lift the teller up in the air to show off the four colors you wrote down.
“You don’t have to hold it up so high, I can see it now! Umm-” He took a (rather long) moment to think about the four choices before saying, “Red.”
You open and close the teller three times (R-E-D) and then show off the set of numbers you had written inside. “Okay now pick one of these numbers.”
“Eight.”
You begin to repeat the motion eight more times before the Narrator asks, “Are you sure you’re doing this right? How is this going to read my fortune?”
“Um.. no, I’m not exactly sure, but trust me. It’ll still work. Pick one more number.”
A beat of silence and then, “Five.”
You unfold the piece of the teller that has a sloppy number ‘5’ written on it, before holding it close to your face to read.
“Ooh, I’m getting excited now! Tell me, what does it say?”
“It says- oh! You will receive a kiss from someone who cares about you! Lucky you!”
The silence that followed that was deafening. You figured that if you ignored the fact that you had made it awkward, then he would, too. No harm done. Nope, nope, nope. Don't have to worry about the repercussions of your silly joke. It’s time to shred the fortune teller and throw it into the trash where it belongs.
The sound of the office door opening startled you enough for you to visibly jump. You spun your chair to face the door with wide eyes, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. He wore a clean, crisp suit, and was currently fiddling with one of the cuffs, as if he had just changed into it.
"Sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you."
You gave him a confused, questioning look, followed quickly by a smirk. You placed the fortune teller down on your desk, hiding it under your keyboard.
"What? What are you smirking about- oh, this?” He gestures to himself and then points to you as he says, “This has nothing to do with that, I swear! You- Well, I…" He cleared his throat, clasping his hands together in front of him. Hearing him stutter made you smile to yourself. It was rare for him to be this flustered, so you cherished every second that you were able to render him so tongue tied. And all from a simple children’s game.
"Wipe that smile off your face!"
You roll your eyes, but he elicits to ignore that action and instead continues trying to explain himself.
"It was just a terribly timed coincidence, alright? I already planned on visiting you today-"
"Really?” You give him an over exaggerated look of curiosity, a finger on your chin as you say, “But you never want to visit."
He huffs, "Could you let me finish talking?"
You gesture for him to continue and he does, but not without letting out a hesitant sigh first.
"I was already planning on visiting later… but you gave me a good reason to reschedule."
You chuckle, "And what might that be?"
Being able to see, in real time, the effect of your teasing makes your smile widen. He stiffens, frowning at you.
"You said you wanted to…" He clears his throat unnecessarily, "...Kiss me?"
"I don't believe I ever said that exactly."
He groaned your name in frustration, "Oh, would you-! ‘Someone who cares about you?’ Isn’t that what you said? Could you please…" He trails off, embarrassment in his tone and a visible blush spreading across his face.
"Please… kiss you?" You question.
"Please,” he repeats.
You quirk an eyebrow again, inviting him to finish the sentence.
"...Kiss me."
You spin in your chair with a triumphant laugh, hopping up out of it rather quickly and almost falling from the dizziness making you sway on your feet. He's there to catch you, though, holding onto your arms while you let your giggles die out.
"...Are you done?"
You hum, leaning into him, starting by pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, and then moving to press a longer kiss to his lips before he could complain.
"Better?"
He lets out a content noise, pulling you into a close hug and nodding into your shoulder.
"One more?" He asks, lips running along the skin of your neck. This time, you press a quick kiss to the side of his head with a light laugh.
A slight, barely noticeable whine slips out, before he whispers, "That's not what I meant."
Eventually, you give in, kissing him one (two, three, then four) more times. In the end, you decide to keep it a secret from him that all of the outcomes on the fortune teller had some variation of the same fortune. Maybe you can reuse this trick in the future- something tells you that he’ll happily fall for it again.