Cupid was never good with the more emotional aspects of relationships, always fearing their intense depth. They felt something for Osamu, but it shook them to their core, freezing them to the spot outside his office. It took them threeβno fourβtries to open the door, or even to knock before the stumbled in, face red to the tips of their ears.
β I-I know you can afford it yourself but- β They swallowed, offering a bouquet of flowers, β I ma-made reservations at a restaurant back home && I, uh, wanted to take you. If..that's, um, alright. I bought wine from my father's realm so it's...special. We can drink when we get to the hotel. β
Cupid began to quake, β We don't hafta go! I just thought...since it's your birthday && all... β
The way that they seem so nervous is endearing to him. And it's enough for him to set the bottle down and focus solely on Cupid. "Sure, that sounds good to me. I haven't got anything else planned." Reaching out to take the flowers, he traces over a few petals. His eyes are the tiniest bit glazed overβ both from the alcohol and dissociationβ but he's still present enough to be appreciative.
"What did I do to deserve something as sweet as this, huh?" Getting up slowly, he moves to wrap an arm around their shoulders, leaning to press a kiss into their hair. "Lead the way; I'm right behind you."
