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"Ruskin, I ordered new pajamas. What do you think about them?" Charles Augustus Milverton asked his secretary. Ruskin opened his mouth to answer something sarcastic, but no sound came through his throat. The sight he witnessed was something that left even his infamous dry sense of humor in complete shock. He couldn’t make a comment at first. How could anyone even make a comment on this?
The pajamas that Mr. Milverton was wearing were white and this was the only sensible thing about them. The rest of Mr. Milverton's appearance got lost in strawberry madness. The pajamas were covered with little red strawberries everywhere Ruskin could look. And if Ruskin's gaze wandered above the strawberries, he saw his employer's widely smiling face. Mr. Milverton seemed to be satisfied with his look and had no idea that no one would ever believe what he liked to say, that he was the incarnation of pure evil, if they saw the same what Ruskin needed to.
Why, the logical question arose in Ruskin's mind. He was aware that Mr. Milverton was fond of strawberries, but even he didn't know that this much - that he would wear pajamas decorated by an insane amount of them. Mr. Milverton was eccentric and Ruskin got used to it by now, but he could never expect that his employer would ever go that far. The pajamas were incomprehensible by Ruskin's mind - by any normal human's mind. Why would you order something like that, he wanted to ask bitterly but he didn't let the question leave his mouth.
After all, Mr. Milverton seemed happy. And even if it was caused by mad things, Ruskin liked when Mr. Milverton was happy.
"It is definitely original." He ended up answering that and added. "I can see that I will sleep with a strawberry field from now on."
Mr. Milverton let out a chuckle, and taking Ruskin's hand, he drew his secretary closer.
"Do you mind it?" He winked at Ruskin, and covered his mouth with a kiss. Ruskin closed his eyes and responded to it, wrapping his arms around his employer's nape above the strawberry pajamas. At the end of the kiss, he didn't reply immediately. He just buried his face into Mr. Milverton's neck and inhaled his scent.
"I think that I will endure." He murmured.
After all, if he sleeps like that, he won’t see the horrible strawberry pajamas.