𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢_𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗬

He never intended to be found like this. While he's sobbed before, it's nothing like this. There wasn't this much hurt in his heart as there was before Mother's Day. Only mere hours before the celebration of the one person in his life who was gone. The day wouldn't be any better, but right now, he was sitting in the corner of the room. His legs close to his chest, face buried between his knees as he rocked back and forth. Muffling the cries he let out as he went, not wanting to be heard or seen. His sunglasses were beside him alongside a glass of some liquid courage, but it'd barely been touched. In fact, he hadn't moved in a long while. Everything hurt, and it hurt like hell. However, it wouldn't be long until he was found. He hadn't noticed or heard their presence until he heard a familiar mechanical sound. This instantly made him tense as he sucked in a bit of breath. Trying not to sound so distressed as he eventually lifts up his head. Wiping at his tears with the back of his hand.

"Oh uh. . K-Kitty, I didn't-. . I'm just havin' some me time. Y'know how it is." As if his eyes didn't look bloodshot or the way his breath hitched with every word he spoke. Hell, he didn't even wear his sunglasses. His suit jacket, down to his undershirt, was soaked with how much he'd been crying.

It's difficult to pinpoint when things went wrong. Where everything he ever worked for came crashing down on him. Maybe it was the choices he made up until this point or when he stepped out of that portal, but right now, he wasn't doing well. Hell wasn't as easy as he thought it was. Going around claiming you're here to hunt them down just doesn't fly when everyone around you can't die like you can. It leaves room for nasty interactions that leave you scraping yourself off the pavement. Dragging your body away to someplace safe and well, you end up in a place that many would consider worse than outside. He doesn't know what happened after he pushed through those doors. It was nothing but darkness for a while, then suddenly light. At first, he believed he had died, but then he came to in a room he was unfamiliar with. Loads of pinks, golds, and other heart-related things. That's really what caught his attention at first, until he sat up and winced at the pain. Looking down to find he'd been bandaged up from his injuries. Someone actually helped him? Why not let him die? So many questions, but who will answer? Not long into his inspection, he would find that someone, but they weren't of flesh and blood. In fact, they'd been staring at him this entire time to the point he damn near jumped when a voice came through. Feminine, cutesy-sounding, but metallic. A twinge to showcase what they she really was. A demonic robot.

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Demons weren't new for him to deal with, but demonic robots. . ? Now that's new. It intrigued him to see one before his very eyes. Therefore, he decided to approach this without immediately being on the defensive. His excitement for wanting to learn overpowers his need to ultimately capture this one and take her back to her earth.

There are about a million different things he asks as he manages to find a seat amongst the conversation. Settling for relaxing rather than towering over her, yet his excitement never wavers, much like a dog wanting to play or earn a treat. Looks like he'd be getting that treat after all, as those two words practically engraved themselves in his mind, and he went from being excited to a different kind in a millisecond.

It's difficult to pinpoint when things went wrong. Where everything he ever worked for came crashing down on him. Maybe it was the choices he made up until this point or when he stepped out of that portal, but right now, he wasn't doing well. Hell wasn't as easy as he thought it was. Going around claiming you're here to hunt them down just doesn't fly when everyone around you can't die like you can. It leaves room for nasty interactions that leave you scraping yourself off the pavement. Dragging your body away to someplace safe and well, you end up in a place that many would consider worse than outside. He doesn't know what happened after he pushed through those doors. It was nothing but darkness for a while, then suddenly light. At first, he believed he had died, but then he came to in a room he was unfamiliar with. Loads of pinks, golds, and other heart-related things. That's really what caught his attention at first, until he sat up and winced at the pain. Looking down to find he'd been bandaged up from his injuries. Someone actually helped him? Why not let him die? So many questions, but who will answer? Not long into his inspection, he would find that someone, but they weren't of flesh and blood. In fact, they'd been staring at him this entire time to the point he damn near jumped when a voice came through. Feminine, cutesy-sounding, but metallic. A twinge to showcase what they she really was. A demonic robot.

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"M-married!?"

Eyes bug out in an almost comical fashion at the words coming from her mouth. Funny, isn't it? She could say the most depraved, dirty things and he wouldn't bat an eye — used to filthy talk from her. But when the topic of marriage comes up? That is what causes fluster anew.

"Married," he repeats, voice coming out somewhere between a squeak and a whisper. "Married."

His freckles have all but vanished beneath a tidal wave of blush that spreads from his cheeks to his throat to the tips of his fins. He can feel his pulse hammering behind his eyes.

"You — but — we —" He swallows hard. Tries again. "You want to marry me?"

His heart is doing something dangerous in his chest. The kind of dangerous that feels like flying, or falling, or maybe both at once. He's been in love with her for so long that he stopped calling it that — started calling it admiring, cherishing, being hopelessly devoted to his sweet Kitty — because love felt too big, too much, too stupid for someone like him to feel for someone like her.

But she's looking at him. Waiting.

And she just asked him to marry her.

"I — yes," he blurts, then claps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. "I mean — if you're — if you're serious — yes. Obviously yes. A thousand times yes. I just —" His voice cracks. He's crying. Oh, hell, he's crying. Just a little. Quickly wiped away with the heel of his palm.

"I just need to know you're not joking," he manages, quieter now, almost fragile. "Because my heart can't take it if you're joking."

Hesitantly he steps forward. His posture is slouched, still shy, but there's something new in the way he holds himself. Something hopeful.

"I love you," he says, and the words come easier than he expected. "I've loved you for ages. I just never thought — I didn't think I deserved —"

He stops. Bites his lip. Then offers her that wobbly, watery, painfully sincere smile that he reserves only for her.

What would mother think?

For once, he finds that he doesn't care.

"N-no. I mean, could we?" She knows she can do much better, right? Would he be so selfish as to tie her down to him just because he wanted to keep her all for himself? They were never really monogamous because Phineas always knew her sex work would come before their relationship, and he'd always been okay with that. Maybe marriage is just a prettier word for showing the world how deep their bond is. And he wants to. Oh, Satan, does he want to.

"I will — I mean, I do. If you do too."

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