Happy Valentines Day, loser. I’ll just keep this short because I suck at these things, plus I suck at picking gifts, honestly. And also we’ve been together for like a month and a few days now— not that I’ve been counting or anything, haha…….. it’s whatever. Start drinking your coffee like a civilized person at home now or something. Or don’t, that’s cool too.
/it's stupid, really, the entire holiday and everything it stands for, and the gesture is equally dumb, accompanied by rambling and overly corny tracking of weeks and days, but it's.. something. it's something he can't really explain in any language he knows, something that makes him want to roll his eyes in annoyance and laugh with sincerity all at the same time, but he settles for the former, offering a quiet snort before he takes the mug and traces a thumb over the little print of the iconic tower; You know I won't. But thanks.
/he pauses then, lips pursing ever so slightly, and he eventually speaks up again, keeping his gaze averted; I, uh. I didn't get you anything. But you still have that favour from the robot vacuum fight, so.. I guess you can use that. Yeah.