Garlick :>

You were in the cafe, peacefully talking with flowery, having a good day. Then suddenly, you felt it. Your period started, and you had to rush to the bathroom to fix it.

He doesn't fully get or truly grasp the concept of a menstrual cycle at first. It takes a lot of explaining, and how some things give your body extra pain during it. Like, "You bleed every month?" Type of talk. Flowers don't necessarily have this function, and most darkners he knows don't even know about this.

Flowery had to realize that it was involuntary, and that most of the time you just had to use something to stop the bleeding. Then he learned about the cramps.

He became a feminist after that. Just kidding! He already was. But after that, Flowery was offering healing for cramps, and was giving you things you didn't ask for. If he had the chance, he would in fact stay strapped with products, for you or anyone else.

You didn't know if this would work out for long, because of your condition, (whether you gained it, or was born with it). You hadn't had a relationship for such a long time, because of your disability. Your joints, mainly your lower body joints, were very weak, and it was hard for you to walk very far. You had to sit down every 25 steps or so, and a mobility aid only slightly improved it.

Flowery, however, liked it. He liked you for who you were, and didn't care about your condition. It was an excuse to carry you everywhere. He lets you sleep in his arms, and gives you extra princess treatment, no matter how much you argue.

Lets you sleep on him, regardless of where or when. You're on his lap? He's okay with it. Shoulder? Okay with it. Chest? Obviously, okay with it.

Can and will use healing magic on you when you have chronic pain, even if it doesn't work that well. Will do menial tasks if you can't do them. Even if you can't reach something, he'll reach up to grab it, especially because he is incredibly tall.

If you want to get out of your comfort zone a little bit, he'll make sure you're safe, and able to do it. Flowery pretends to not be paying close attention, but he is just in case.

Knows how to make things more accessible for you, even if it's just lowering an item you use a lot, or keeping the floor dry so you don't slip. It embarrasses you sometimes, but it is all out of kindness and love.

A blare of noise shot you awake, and made you tumble out of bed. You slammed your limp, grey skinned hand onto your alarm clock. Then it started beeping again, despite you silencing it. You grabbed it swiftly, and started pressing the SNOOZE button repeatedly. It wouldn't stop beeping, and you had to resort to a half-thought-out idea.

You threw it at the wall at mach 7 speed, and the batteries fell out of it as it made a loud *tink* from the hard plastic hitting the wall. It didn't break, but the beeping finally stopped. Oh well, if it did break you would need future you to deal with that. You then congratulated past you, for putting the alarm across the room, and not giving you a single drop of sleep. Usually, you would be slamming the snooze button until 10 am, and that's what got you fired from your last job. Well, you quit 2 weeks in, because you gave your two weeks notice the first day there. It sucked, and a week into your new job, your job application to a TV show studio was accepted. The pay was high, and you were a good screw in any business. You would just be doing paperwork in the back, but you would still be working hard and getting great pay. And they provided dental. Can't forget about the dental.

Today was your first day, and you didn't want to mess up a single thing about your morning. You threw on your suit jacket and blouse, which you freshly ironed the day before. A single strand of hair accidentally ended up on your suit, but you plucked it off and kept going with your new routine. You threw your hair up into a spirally ponytail, which made your dark grey hair look like a screw. (Now that you think of it, you look a lot like a screw..) Your bangs actually turned out pretty well too. You didn't think this day could actually get any better. Guess what? No mascara smeared as you applied it, and your eyeliner was two even wings. And they weren't too big either. They were professional.

You went to your tiny kitchen, and grabbed your leftovers out of the minifridge. They were surviving off of thoughts and prayers, but they didn't mold yet, so they were edible. You gulped them down, and grabbed your keys and left your dingy apartment.

Outside your apartment, it felt like stepping into an abandoned rat cage. Literally. It smelled like rust, and some kind of dung. After going down 3 flights of stairs, and avoiding a mysteriously large hole in the ground, you made it to the bus stop, 3 minutes before the bus would arrive. The bus frequently would come 2 minutes late, so that gave you 5 minutes to sit down, and relax. You wondered what the studio would be like, would it be lavish or would it be a place that was worse than your old job?

You didn't care about what type of shows they produced there, but you hoped for a less challenging workload and enough time to have a decent lunch break. The description you saw on the job listing said it would be a 45 hour work week, for 1500$ a week, not including overtime pay. And they had "team morale" meetings monthly, which you assumed was stereotypical team-building exercises. The bus arrived, and you took a seat next to the window. You just needed to pay attention to where your stop was, and go there. 15 minutes of people getting on and off, you chose to just zone out, and you would snap back to reality when you saw your stop.

Obviously, you didn't. It was 3 blocks behind you when you realized. You got off as soon as possible, and ran as fast as you could in your heels. The vast, dusty landscape you saw made the run feel endless, and made you have the sense of unease. You made it down one block, then had to stop and take a breath. You needed to hit the gym more. You returned back to your running, making sure none of your heels would break in the process. You reached the building, and saw the front entrance. It wasn't super large or extravagant, but you assumed the inside would be bigger than the outside. You took a step inside the studio, and you were blasted with warmth from the heater. The building had heating? This will be great. You have had jobs that had no heating, and pretty much screwed you with how cold it was.

You went down the hall, and three doors down the left. Right where the job offer said it was. You did your whole interview in a different building, so you didn't know your way around that well. You saw a large green room, and three diamond-shaped men on an olive-green couch talking. You assumed they were talking about work, despite the fact they were genuinely chuckling and seeming unserious.

The next thing you needed to do was find your new boss, who you could not recall. Was it Mr Tella? Mr Tanna? Mr Toshiba? It was on the tip of your tongue. You asked a plug working the bar, "Excuse me sir, do you know where Mr Tanna is?" You hoped you got the name right. "Sorry luv, do you mean Mr Tenna? He's almost finished with his morning program. Take a seat anywhere, and I'll let you know when he's done." You nodded. "Thank you sir, and could I get your name?" "Anytime, and it's Ramb." His British accent was slightly grating, but you appreciated him regardless. You took a seat on a pale teal, slightly torn up couch and waited patiently.

After what you assumed was an hour, you saw Mr. Tenna enter the green room. He was rather tall, and looked like a television, and had a long, pale nose. Mr. Tenna, who you thought would be a old fart, was actually pretty attractive for his age, and what you would call a DILF. His red suit was perfectly tailored, and perfectly smooth, and his leathery black pants shone like obsidian in the sunlight. Though you assumed he had better posture on stage, his back was hunched from exhaustion. You sat up from your chair, and hoped to yourself that this was an okay time to introduce yourself.

Tenna noticed you, although he had no eyeballs, but he perked up like a television signal. Mr Tenna approached you, and had a huge grin on his face, like this was the highlight of his day. "Well what do we have here? Are you my new employee? Sorry to keep you waiting, you must be ________. I'm Mr Ant Tenna, but call me Tenna!" He vigorously shook your hand, and almost shattered your fingers in the process. "Now, no time to SCREW around, I think I should show you your office!" He exclaimed. Tenna was acting like this was his happiest day, but it was probably a facade. Whatever, the benefits were worth it. Tenna quickly slid down the hallway, not even trying to walk like a normal person. He went to a dark end of a hallway, and opened up a door.

Inside, was 3 cubicles and a large file cabinet in the corner of the room. You noticed the only empty cubicle, and noticed it was dusted off, and perfectly cleaned for you. "I did the courtesy of wiping down your new workspace, so you can make yourself at home! Enjoy your first day here, superstar." Tenna asserted, as he pushed you through the door, and left you. It was nice for him to do that for you, and it seemed like he liked you.

You walked over to your cubicle, which had a slightly outdated monitor, and a sticky note on the desk that said "PASSWORD: ITSTVTIME" in slanted, straight handwriting that was slightly smudged, probably from the former guy who worked in here. You took a seat in the chair, making sure that everything was in check. The file cabinet across from you had four drawers, despite there only being 3 cubicles. The bottom two were filled to the brim, and the top drawer had a few papers sticking out. The middle one, yours, had only two papers inside, and seemed practically ancient from the dust piling up on the bottom.

You grabbed the papers, and read them. One was a single page orientation letter, and the other was your first assignment, which you noticed was simpler than most assignments you've ever gotten in your life. It was reviewing financial forms, and making sure none of the numbers were messed up. You read through the five pages of fine print, and noticed nothing wrong. You logged into your computer and got everything set up, which meant a lot of emails, despite how traditional and manual everything else was.

That was a sleeping pill, so you decided to get some coffee on your lunch break, which was in 2 hours. You decided to read it again, and see if anything was wrong. After noticing only 2 financial errors, you decided to take a quick break, and go to the water cooler.

You sat up from your chair, and made your way to the break room, which you found pretty easily. The water cooler and you stood alone in an empty room, as you casually made your way to take a drink. You patted its head gently as you grabbed the cup, which made the water turn a hot pink. Whatever, you didn't mind if it was pink lemonade instead. You poured out the bright pink liquid, and took a sip. It tasted like plain water, but with a slight strawberry flavor, like a La Croix without the awful carbonation. The water started to turn more blue, so you slurped down the water before the flavor could escape. You went back to your desk, and decided to make a stupid idea to walk around instead of doing the rest of your work that just came in. You left the office room, and decided to walk around the green room, and just think for a while. You were also curious why your other coworkers weren't there.

After pacing the same room 10 times, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around slowly, to see your boss tower over you. Well shit, maybe you're the reason you keep getting fired. "Working hard or hardly working? Let's not slack of on the first day screwball, I'd like to not take matters into my own hands." He smirked. You were lucky to not be fired on the first day for this, but you just nodded. "So sorry Mr Tenna, I'll keep working. It won't happen again." You nervously chuckled, as you speedwalked back to the room. His arm landed on your shoulder. "I hope it doesn't. You seem like a good screw, and I like you. You'll be great for us, just don't let it happen again!" He shifted his energy in the last sentence, and changed back to his showman-esque demeanor. You went back to your office, and returned to your normal duties.

Your next few days were boring, and was basically you figuring things out, and staying out of trouble. Tenna would go out of his way to say good morning, or give some chit-chat, which you noticed he never did with the other employees. It might've been because you were a new addition, but you also found it flattering. Speaking of other employees, the other people you shared the office room with actually existed, and you became casual acquaintances with.

The fifth day at your job was, well, eventful. You overheard whispering in the break room about the "New Lady getting eyed by Tenna", which in other words, meant he was into you. If this job had an HR department, and wasn't a TV studio, you would get him written up. But he was the boss of everything, so who cared? It wasn't like he was ugly, he was kind of your type. The pay was good, the water was delicious, and your boss was favoring you? You couldn't complain.

The only thing was that you needed to make a mental note of it. If you made light small talk with Tenna, he would talk to you, and he wouldn't try shutting you down. If you got lucky, a workplace situationship. While in the green room, you noticed Tenna, and started to chat him up. He was attentive, sweet, prideful, and added things to the conversation instead of trying to get this over with. Tenna added some flirty comments here and there, but you ignored them for the sake of not wanting to read them wrong. You ended up talking for 30 minutes, and the conversation only ended because of the afternoon program starting soon. You went back to your paperwork, blissfully unaware that you would get sucked into a work relationship soon.

Three days later, after having several slightly romantic conversations, and building tension with your literal boss, it happened.

When it happened, you were sitting at your desk, crunching numbers, like the average day. You passed a file from the cabinet to one of your coworkers, when you heard the door open. "________, Mr Tenna is in the back room, and would like to see you." A Pippin monotonously said, and led you towards the room he was in. Tenna was sitting in a rotating chair, leaning back, facing away from you.

He was acting mysterious, and seemed to be holding something in his hand. "Do you know why I called you in, _______?" He questioned, his head still facing the wall. His overcoat was off, and it revealed a white button-up shirt, from what you could see. "I.. don't know, Mr Tenna. What's wrong?" You responded with confusion. "Well, pardon my French, but you're quite the lady, and I would like to take you out to dinner sometime! Don't say no!" He turned around, with a large bouquet of flowers that were pink and yellow.

You gasped a little, mainly because you weren't expecting this. "Yes, of course! I would love to." You grabbed the giant bouquet, which seemed tiny in his hands, and smelled them. "But may I ask, were you trying to flirt with me when we talked?" You pushed out of yourself, trying to assure yourself this wasn't a dream. "Of course superstar!!! How couldn't I? You're dazzling, and you're quite a charmer." Tenna shouted, trying to hide the blush on his face.

After strategizing for a hot minute, Seth decided that they would tactically make you separate from the group, and then learn how to be like you.

You were peacefully enjoying the new dark world, ignoring the fact that you could be ambushed by an enemy. You sat towards the cliff, enjoying the almost-real sunset up ahead. Shades of yellow, and orange danced across your vision, just like the Festival sunset you saw today.

Then, you finally got your ambush. A cage fell above you, and you saw them. They walked up towards you, and started to speak. "I finally got you! I have some questions for you." They pushed their glasses up, where a flash of light hit the spectacles for a second, rendering their eyes invisible. "I- want to know how you're like this." The intimidating act fell, as they started geeking out. "How do you become so, genderless? How are you so cool? Are you a better tactician than I am????" The barrage of questions hit you like a kitten trying to punch a tiger.

Jean Pierre Polnareff!!

Super romantic dude, is a golden retriever who's extra silly. If he had sweaters, you'd be wearing them all of the time. Plans dates almost last minute, because he gets sidetracked by so many things if he plans early.

Listens to anything you say, and remembers it. Jean-Pierre is a sentimental guy, and secretly has a little collection of gifts he finds special. Gives gifts with thought, not with what's the most expensive.

His love language is physical touch, but his second favorite is quality time. He loves spending time with you because of how you treat him, and your little compliments and praise make him devoted to you. You'd have to put up with how much smoking he does, but he will just sit down with you and do nothing.

Jean-Pierre is also incredibly stupid in what he does, in his pickup lines and the fact he will make the dumbest jokes with you. If he was alive today, he would still make brainrot jokes.

A huge cinema fan, and loves watching movies with you. He will force you to watch random French movies, and you will like them. He also wants to talk about them with you, obviously.