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(( 11. Pajamas + 1. A birthday treat. ))

"I don’t like painting, but why did you have to draw circles around your nipples, Burghie?"

2. My muse and your muse have been married for forty years, now mine lays on their death bed, in their final moments, yours comforts them.

Burgh forced a smile as he brushed the silver hair from his husbands forehead. His knobbed fingers cupped Emmet's face, smoothing a thumb across a faint crease near his eyes. "Don't look so upset..." He drew in a rattling breath, "We knew this day was going to come sooner or later..."

He'd spent many an interesting forty years with the Subway Master of the Nimbasa Rails and he can't say he regretted any of them. The crinkle of crows feet and the smile lines were a testament that there was enough laughter in their time together that far outweighed the darkness and pain that happened. "You know... I never did thank you." The soft laugh broke into a rough coughing fit that made him gasp towards the ending of it. 

"S-Sorry..." He held his hand up to catch himself before he was able to settle himself back against the pillow. He'd watched his Pokemon pass on without him long ago and at that same time he'd passed on the Castelia Gym. He'd lived off his pension and the art work he sold, never wanting to put strain on his dear Emmet.

It'd been a surprise that they had ended up together, but it was evident after so many random encounters and passing each other that it was fate urging her hand. No he didn't regret anything after that moment they'd decided to make it official, grass rings their promise on their fingers. 

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More people. They seemed to be flocking in every step he took, but what was he to do about it? Telling someone to fuck off wasn't exactly acceptable in social situations, especially to a complete stranger.