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Spamton had never met someone as chaste as Tenna, as if the walking personification of a family-friendly man.
The TV man wouldn't even take his gloves off or loosen a tie. He had to set a good example to everyone, even if the camera's not rolling.
Needless to say, it came as a big surprise with Tenna agreed to shoot a scene at the beach. It was a summer ad to advertise various summer products. Tenna agreed to wear the swimming trunks, beach towel around his shoulders and to wear the sunhat and beach sandals.
The mailman didn't know what he was expecting, but Tenna really looked like a supermodel. The usual suit Tenna did compliment the TV Darkner's figure, but there's something about the CRT TV showing so much white silicone skin. Oh, did he always have a corded tail with a plug at the end?
The TV was robotic but had white silicone skin from his neck to the tip of his toes. Nails looked normal, until he gripped onto something to reveal claws.
"Maybe we can have a beach party during the weekend?" Tenna suggested as he helped Mike and the other crew members build a gigantic sandcastle for the next scene, "The family's going away with the Holidays for camping,"
"Great idea, Mr. Tenna!" one of the coworkers beamed, "Our viewership had never been higher,"
"And for you to finally relax a bit, [[Cathode]]" Spamton gave a playful grin, "Never knew someone being such a workaholic as ya,"
"..." Tenna didn't say anything, looking embarrassed.
Spamton noticed Tenna never drank anything harder than coffee. Never complained if anyone drank alcohol, but he refused to drink even a drop. He always made an excuse of being the designated driver, even though everyone's homes were just a walk away.
Someone had spiked the fruit punch. It wasn't obvious at first, until Tenna began to act differently. He grew double in size, which made people nervous at first. But, he was quite happy and bubbly. The TV man was also extra cuddly, cuddling up against Spamton. He was more than happy to give Mike and the others hugs when they asked for one.
The TV Darkner's tail wagged frantically as he declared everyone's his best friend and hopes they'll be friends forever.
"I think I'm sicksth," Tenna sounded worried as he sat next to Spamton, "My heart's beatingsthg fast and I'm feeling hottish,"
"Must be the spiked punch," Spamton mused as he noticed how flushed Tenna looked, "How much did you drink?"
"Ten of those extra-large glasses for Darkners my size," the TV Darkner giggled, "The punch tasted so good,"
Spamton nearly choked on his drink.
"I can't [[Believe or Not]] you drank that much," the shorter Darkner hissed, "Good thing you're gigantic, or it's not good for your insides,"
"Didn't plan on getting drunkth," he giggled as he cuddled closer, "Thought it's normal punchth. You feelish niceth and soft,"
"Good thing you're [[soft and cuddly]]," Spamton sighed in defeat before his tone became sarcastic, "Never took ya for a cuddler,"
For as long as they worked together, Tenna had been ignoring each and every single one of Spamton's pickup lines and sexual innuendoes. After several tries, he figured out the TV showman was actually one of those oblivious types.
The mailman tried to ask Tenna outright, but that just made the man extremely flustered. He said he's a family-friendly man and it's not appropriate for him to do something like that before marriage.
Well, that's fine. Some people are strict about being chaste. So, Spamton asked if they could date.
Tenna actually had the audacity to say they need to wait first before they start dating. About not being ready yet and mumblings that didn't make sense. Still so naive since they've met a year ago.
The following year, Tenna finally said he's ready to date. They have to be chaste since he's a family-friendly man.
You'd swear that if people heard that Mr. Ant Tenna did worse than holding hands and gentle pecks on the cheeks with someone that the Dark World will explode.
Maybe people would judge him for doing more than that, but the TV showman's at least in his thirties. Well, he never met another TV Darkner before. He has to be in his thirties, judging by his appearances and voice.
Spamton and Tenna began dating. They would cuddle when no one's looking, hold hands. Tenna would comb his fingers through Spamton's hair. Spamton would discover how Tenna would purr loudly and tail wag when his screen is gently stroked. Their kisses were gentle.
The most daring they had been were the few times when they had tickle fights. The TV man acted as if he never had been tickled before and was clumsy, but he learnt fast Spamton's sensitive everywhere. The only time Tenna would allow Spamton to roam his hands over his body, just to find sensitive spots. He took notes which areas made him really react for future use if they were to become more...
...Unfortunately, that call damaged everything. Years past.
That was in all in the past. In the present, Spamton was busy having a party for Tenna in Castle Town.
Spamton didn't know what to think when he found out Tenna was currently only twenty-years old. That he looked much older than his actual age since he was a baby.
That explained so many things. Of course he acted like an extremely sheltered nun, with no one to guide him. When they met, Tenna was a teenager. When they dated, the TV man was eighteen.
His mind was spiraling. Thank the Angel their relationship was so chaste.
Part of him wanted to go up to Tenna and speak to him, but what's the use? His ex doesn't recognize him. He's even living in a new home altogether.
Spamton nursed his drink, sighing.
Maybe next time he can talk to him?
The End