He chuckles, looking up from his computer and all the important, illegal information within to look at you: sprawled on his couch, phone in hand, looking at him with a slight pout. "Is this another internet trend?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "No~ This is a me-trend."

He quirks a brow. Sits back in his chair, reclining with a slight creak of leather. With his sleek glasses perched on his nose, he's all too pretty, glowing in the blue LED of the computer's screen.

You sigh, pouting deeper. "I saw a video of some lovebirds and it reminded me of us."

"Mhm." Satisfied, he gestures you over. You make a show of rolling out of your comfy spot and trudging over, plopping yourself in his lap. He holds you securely. "I'd be a crow - or a raven. I'm too fond of them to imagine being anything else. And you'd be a pretty little dove."

You roll your eyes again, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head against his shoulder. "Cheesy."

"Accurate," he corrects. Lips curl into a smile as he looks down at you, already picturing you as this precious little thing. Soft feathers that flutter in the wind. Big dark eyes that shine. "I'd build you the prettiest nest. I'd line it with fur and leaves and soft grass, and then I'd wait for your approval. No matter how many times you turn it down, I won't stop until you finally approve.

"And we'll cuddle together in our little nest." He squeezes you for emphasis, rubbing his cheek against your head while you laugh at his antics. "I'll cover you with my wing to protect you from the wind and sun and rain. I'll keep you nice and warm. And you'll coo so prettily for me."

You make a lame cooing noise that cracks you both up. Once the laughter dies down, petering off into chuckles and giggles, he keeps going.

"And I'll preen you all the time." He buries his nose in your hair. Playfully nibbles at your forehead and temple, as though he's nipping away pin feathers and mites with his beak. "My pretty little dove."

You push his face away. Beaming up at him, it's your turn now. "But I gotta take care of my handsome crow, too, right? I'll go out and find the shiniest thing I can every single day and bring it back for you. And I'll find the best fountains to take baths in together. And, of course, I've got to preen you, too."

For emphasis, you pinch at his neck, at the fine hairs at the base of his skull, at his ears. He laughs as he tries to shake you off; not necessarily tickled, but sensitive to the attention to such a vulnerable spot. Once you stop teasing him, you pull him down to rub your noses together.

"My handsome crow."

He's smiling, wide and unabashedly. Leans in to share a sweet kiss with you.