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Stanley opened his eyes. His consciousness coming back from the last reset. He was sitting at his desk watching the blinking cursor on his monitor. He stood and exited his office.
He walked out into the hallway; his shoes clicking while he walked. He paused waiting to hear his dear narrator’s voice.
His and the narrator's relationship changed a lot through the last couple of centuries. The rage and anger Stanley first felt slowly faded into a soft teasing friendship. And finally developing into their committed loving relationship; Stanley couldn’t be happier.
The narrator suddenly spoke “Stanley, I’ve been doing some research about human holidays,” Stanley tilted his head toward the ceiling, interest clear on his face. “According to your so-called internet, today is something called Valentine’s Day,” Stanley remembered the holiday well. It used to be one of his favorites, right next to Halloween.
The narrator spoke again “I’ve taken the initiative to prepare us a little treat. A celebration per-say.” Stanley felt his face heat up. Did he mean a celebration as in a date? Stanley let his mind wander on what the Narrator had planned for them. Would it be something small, a little section on Valentine’s Day? Or did he decide to go all out decorating the whole parable?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. The narrator stepped through. But instead of his normal brown suit and black slacks, he was wearing a see-through black top speckled with roses with a white button-up underneath, his slacks replaced with black cuffed jeans. Stanley's face went pink, feeling the heat rush to his face.
[“What are you doing down here?”] Stanley signed
“I said I was coming down to see you. Did you not hear me?”
Oh. He must have been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear him.
Stanley heard the narrator chuckle. The rumble of his voice traveling down his spine.
[“You look breathtaking .”]
It was the narrator's turn to flush, his pointy ears slanting down in embarrassment. His tail flicked momentarily
“I Erm- thank you, Stanley. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear due to the brief research but-“
Stanley was only half listening, refocusing on the narrator’s appearance. His usual professional slicked-back hair was more disheveled looking a bit fluffier than normal. He had the slightest amount of eyeliner complimenting his bright yellow eyes. God, he was stunning
The narrator has long stopped talking after noticing Stanley wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention. He was staring at Stanley with his arms crossed waiting for him to be ready to move on.
Stanley snapped out of whatever trance he was in, remembering the rest of the reason the narrator came down in the first place.
“Alright come along Stanley, your surprise awaits~” The narrator grasped one of his hands as he led him down the hall. As they walked Stanley could see slight changes in the decorations of the parable. Little paper hearts, or pink and red accents, but nothing major.
When they reached the two doors, the narrator practically dragged Stanley through the right door. His pace quickened, eager to show Stanley his surprise. They stopped short at the entrance to the employee lounge. The narrator turned to face him, a wide grin on his face. “Are you ready Stanley?” Stanley nodded ecstatically.
The narrator opened the door. Stanley looked around in awe. The room was lit entirely by candlelight, with dozens of rose petals scattered along the floor. The fragrance of Jasmine and honeysuckle fit perfectly into the scene around them.
[ “Oh mi amor.. es hermoso”]
Stanley turned to look at his narrator. A lovesick smile stuck on his face. He bent down to press kisses onto his skin, nowhere was safe from his grasp. The narrator was giggling every time Stanley kissed his skin, face flushed and sore from smiling.
Stanley finally pulled away to look around the room again. “Do you like it or are you just saying that to make me feel better?” The narrator was searching Stanley's face for any sign of disappointment.
[ “ Are you kidding me narry? This is amazing!”]
The narrator felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he sighed in relief. Stanley ventured further into the room, inspecting the smaller assets of the narrator's creation.
[ “When did you have the time to do this anyway?”]
“In between resets, you black out a while longer than I do so I figured I'd work on it.”
Steeping closer Stanley wrapped his arms around the narrator's waist, Practically melting into him. A satisfied hum came from Stanley as he nuzzled into the crook of his boyfriend's neck.
And they were happy.