“Give me a kiss. No wait…two kisses. No, three ki-” [from The Engineeer of course :3 In either canon or human au whichever]
“Three kisses?” The freckled male repeated the request with an arched eyebrow before lips curled into a teasing grin. “That’s an awfully steep fine there Darlin’. In this economy..”
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. He’d ordered the other a box of those gore inspired chocolates. The one’s shaped like organs and what not. Hadn’t..handed ‘em over yet. But that could come later. Maybe while they watched a movie for something to snack on. He’d also gotten a fresh batch of dipped apples–those would ALSO come later, less The Engineer make himself sick.
“What’s in it fer me?” A gloved hand came to prop his chin up, resting on the arm of the couch before he bit his bottom lip. “Besides gettin’ ta smooch yer handsome mug?”
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“Thaaaat’s right!” The Engineer replied, then held up three fingers as he puffed out his chest. “Three whole kisses. No gives or takes. ‘s what I’m chargin’ ya.”
To be honest, The Engineer hadn’t ever been a fan of Valentine’s 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.
Oh…now he had. So he supposed Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all, eh?
Of course, he’d gotten Oscar presents. He’d greeted him with a bouquet of flowers that morning - blue roses. They’d been fake, purely so The Engineer could hide little pieces of taffy inside of them and along the stems; he hadn’t 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 would’ve died the second Valentine’s Day was over, if they’d been real.
He’d bought Oscar his own box of chocolates as well; along the same wavelength, only his weren’t 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 Voorhees’s iconic hockey mask-covered face on one side and the film’s 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 presents…
The Engineer snorted, then cocked his head with a smirk. “Aww. Ain’t gettin’ ta kiss me enough for ya? Need another little nudge, huh? Somethin’ ta bribe ya with? Another prize, right?”
Valentine’s Day had always been pretty lackluster for Oscar. Honestly just another day...like most holidays. His sweet tooth didn’t appreciate many chocolates and taffy’s weren’t exactly a common place candy on the holiday. Though he didn’t mind conversation hearts. Nice to crunch on while he worked. The roses he’d woken up to had been a shock. A nice one! Don’t 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.
“Iunno there pal..” Brown eyes squinted suspiciously as the counted fingers were held out towards him and his boyfriend puffed out his chest. “Three whole kisses. Stretchin’ yer funds pretty thin there ya know?” 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. “Somethin’ ta bribe me huh? What’s the one the table here? What ace ya got hidin’ up yer sleeve there Sweetheart?”
He tapped thoughtfully at his chin.
“Somethin’ could be arranged..depends.”
