You like to say you acquired your boyfriend, not met or were introduced too, no, you acquired him.
Or... Well, he got trapped in your home and you decided to keep him before knowing what or who he was. But nonetheless, you acquired him, fell in love with him, and have kept him ever since, even if most people freak when they see you with him out and about, it's not common after all to have a toddler sized moth in a baby sling across ones back while grocery shopping. He's just too darn cute wiggling his little forelegs, and twitching his antenna at babies in the carts around you, big black eyes sparkling under shitty Safeway fluorescent lights, perfectly puffed and fluffed up, showing off how soft and fluffy he is even as one of the said children starts to cry at the sight of him.
Oh well, not your problem, you just make your way to the registers and begin the process of getting your stuff bagged, paid for, and carried back to your car before getting your boyfriend onto his pillow on the passenger side.
You wouldn't say your relationship is easy, or normal, but it works, even if the entire town thinks you're delusional and dating a giant fluffy moth.
It's fine, you're not fussed by this, after all, the moment the sun dips low and the daylight fades to darkness your overly fluffy, teddy bear of a moth, becomes the soft and properly proportioned shifted moth creature your actual shacking up with. Sure, you love how soft and cute he is during the day but you're much happier with him in his full form at night, especially as he tends to return all the care and attention you gave his day form back twice over.
Now, if only you knew why he was getting so touchy as the days grew warmer, or why he had begun layering more and more blankets onto your bed in an almost nest like fashion...
Huh, thoughts for later, you have a moth monster to kiss silly first.
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