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"Keep your eyes closed!" Lando pulls Oscar by the arm, through the rooms of their house. It's the morning of his birthday and Lando got him a surprise gift.
"Seriously, this is weird, babe." Oscar protests. "Surely you could've just put it in a box or something."
Lando gasps in mock hurt. "I put so much effort into getting you the best gift and you're questioning me??"
"Better than the year you forgot my birthday."
"Hey, I don't have a good memory!"
Oscar laughs. "Just hurry up so I can open my eyes!"
They manage to avoid hitting any walls, to Oscar's surprise, and Lando finally tells him to stop walking in their living room.
"Nearly readyyyy, just hang on a sec." Lando almost bounces up and down with excitement as he unties the leash.
"Okay, turn to your left. Not that far- No- okay stop- a little further- there."
Oscar grins. "Can I open now?"
"Yes!!!"
In front of Oscar is an adorable scrawny little brown puppy, with big eyes and a fluffy tail.
The puppy stumbles closer, tripping over it's own paws. Oscar's heart melts and he bends down, holding his hand out for it to sniff.
Lando's dimples show as he watches Oscar. "Osc? You like him?"
Oscar leans over and hugs the puppy, his cheeks flushed with happiness. "Of course I do!!" He picks it up and it wags its tail as Oscar holds it.
"He's from the local shelter," Lando says shyly. "Cause you always said you wanted a rescue dog."
"So you do remember things!" Oscar's eyes sparkle. The puppy wriggles in his arms, so he lets it go and it begins sniffing everything in the room. "I just always hated the thought of them without owners."
"And now I have the perfect puppy." Oscar says, his voice warm.
"Happy birthday, Osc," Lando beams. Oscar leans in and kisses him gently, their hands intertwining. "I love you."
The caramel puppy paws at Oscar's legs, as if demanding his attention back. He giggles and bends down to pat him again. "Now we just need a name for him."
"Lan." Lando suggests with a cheeky smile.
Oscar shoves him. "We are not naming him after you!"
"Well, what do you suggest then?" Lando retaliates.
Oscar pauses for a moment. "How about... Peanut?"
Lando's eyes widen. "Oh my god that's perfect." He laughs, and Peanut barks as if he knows they're talking about him.
Later that night, Oscar and Lando curl up on the couch, watching a movie. Peanut snuggles in between them, tired from his walk earlier. His folded ears droop as he yawns and promptly falls asleep.
"Good birthday?" Lando asks.
Oscar grins, knowing he's never going to forgot it. "The best."