âGive me a kiss. No waitâŚtwo kisses. No, three ki-â [from The Engineeer of course :3 In either canon or human au whichever]
âThree kisses?â The freckled male repeated the request with an arched eyebrow before lips curled into a teasing grin. âThatâs an awfully steep fine there Darlinâ. In this economy..âÂ
Of course he was more than happy to deliver the kisses. Especially considering the date. Not that..Oscar needed a manufactured holiday to show affection and care towards his partner but. It was a good excuse. Besides..some of the decorations ended up being cute or just..purely aesthetic. Heâd ordered the other a box of those gore inspired chocolates. The oneâs shaped like organs and what not. Hadnât..handed âem over yet. But that could come later. Maybe while they watched a movie for something to snack on. Heâd also gotten a fresh batch of dipped applesâthose would ALSO come later, less The Engineer make himself sick.
âWhatâs in it fer me?â A gloved hand came to prop his chin up, resting on the arm of the couch before he bit his bottom lip. âBesides gettinâ ta smooch yer handsome mug?âÂ
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âThaaaatâs right!â The Engineer replied, then held up three fingers as he puffed out his chest. âThree whole kisses. No gives or takes. âs what Iâm charginâ ya.â
To be honest, The Engineer hadnât ever been a fan of Valentineâs Day. Before getting a partner himself, it had just been a reminder of how he was single, how his relationships back in college had just been scams to get good grades, how he would die alone and never find someone who genuinely loved him.
OhâŚnow he had. So he supposed Valentineâs Day wasnât so bad after all, eh?
Of course, heâd gotten Oscar presents. Heâd greeted him with a bouquet of flowers that morning - blue roses. Theyâd been fake, purely so The Engineer could hide little pieces of taffy inside of them and along the stems; he hadnât wanted to get the sweets covered in pollen (even if they were in their wrappers still). Besides, neither of them were into flower care; those roses wouldâve died the second Valentineâs Day was over, if theyâd been real.
Heâd bought Oscar his own box of chocolates as well; along the same wavelength, only his werenât gory, but rather mundane in comparison. Shaped like bones, coffins, skeletons, severed limbs - the works. Mostly dark chocolates, since he knew milk and white were often too sweet for Oscar to consume too much of. He planned to present them this evening.
And, of course, a proper present: a Friday the 13th based mug, complete with Jason Voorheesâs iconic hockey mask-covered face on one side and the filmâs title on the other, with the surface of the mug cut and carved into, like it had been hacked with a machete. And some fake bloodstains never hurt anybody.
Hopefully, Oscar would like his presentsâŚ
The Engineer snorted, then cocked his head with a smirk. âAww. Ainât gettinâ ta kiss me enough for ya? Need another little nudge, huh? Somethinâ ta bribe ya with? Another prize, right?â
Valentineâs Day had always been pretty lackluster for Oscar. Honestly just another day...like most holidays. His sweet tooth didnât appreciate many chocolates and taffyâs werenât exactly a common place candy on the holiday. Though he didnât mind conversation hearts. Nice to crunch on while he worked. The roses heâd woken up to had been a shock. A nice one! Donât get him wrong! The hidden treats had earned the biggest smile he could manage, touched by the thoughtful gesture from his boyfriend. Not to mention the fact that they were fake--anything else sentenced to death should the two need to care for actual flowers. With fake ones..he could pin them up his workspace as a reminder of the gesture.
âIunno there pal..â Brown eyes squinted suspiciously as the counted fingers were held out towards him and his boyfriend puffed out his chest. âThree whole kisses. Stretchinâ yer funds pretty thin there ya know?â Smile dipped into something sheepish for a moment, just to make sure his partner knew he was joking around before he resumed his thoughtful pout. âSomethinâ ta bribe me huh? Whatâs the one the table here? What ace ya got hidinâ up yer sleeve there Sweetheart?âÂ
He tapped thoughtfully at his chin.
âSomethinâ could be arranged..depends.âÂ

















