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Ren wanted to get the perfect gift for Kit that valentines day, but I wasn’t sure what to make it. His first thought was chocolate vodka, something he could defintely make at home, but….then he thought about it more. Kit never really seemed happy when he was drunk, no really.
From there, he looked for traditional Russian things, but again fell short. The holiday was relatively new to that country, and what things they did do were basically the same as here anyway. Did Kit even like chocolate as much as Ren did?
Oh. But he did know one thing Kit liked. Amazed he hadn’t thought of it earlier, Ren went out to buy some chicken hearts, teriyaki sauce, ginger, scallions, sesame seeds, and bamboo skewers. He make sure to time the cooking just right so that Kit would be none the wiser until he came downstairs for dinner. Or at least, until the smell of chicken heart yakitori aroused his suspicious enough to investigate.
While Ren’s been busy in the kitchen, Kit’s been working clandestinely in Ren’s room. Well, strictly speaking it’s Kit’s room now, too. Whether they sleep together there or in Kit’s room depends on whether they feel like the nest or the bed. But this is where Ren’s felt historically safest-- not saying much, true, but as time passes their shared presence makes it feel more genuinely like a haven.
Careful not to lose anything important to Ren (figurines all carefully tucked away) Kit has turned their little space into an utterly gay Valentine’s dream. Ren’s posters have been lined with red and pink lace, streamers and hang from the ceiling, and yes, actual rose petals are scattered about. Kit’s even hung up some Valentine’s lighting, soft red light highlighting the corners of the room. All the red, white, pink, and purple decorations make it feel like Kit’s stepped inside a flesh-and-blood heart.
Kit huffs out a breath, satisfied with his handiwork. When he breathes in, he stops to sniff more thoroughly. Something smells good, and it’s coming from downstairs. Kit follows his nose, padding down to investigate. The smell is unmistakable now, and Kit’s heart feels warm. He walks in, wraps his arms and tail around Ren as he works at the stove, and rests his chin on Ren’s head.
“I thought something smelled extra gay down here,” he murmurs. He buries his face in Ren’s hair, breathing deeply. “Yep. It’s you, luv~”
