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He was nervous about letting a stranger set him up on a date, especially for Valentine’s Day, but at the same tome he was strangely excited for it. They had been in town for a couple of days and he was feeling bummed that he wasn’t going to have a valentine this year -like every year- when he was approached by someone who said it looked like he was feeling just as down as someone else he met.
Two complete strangers were now going to be dating for the night.
This was like a shady, backshack, internet site personals ad. It could either be a complete joy, or he could end up murdered. Which was why he had a nice meal -he made himself and was actually proud of it because hey! It wasn’t burnt, or too salty, or bland, or under cooked.
He knew this because he already ate the left overs.
Just enough for two and his pre-game dinner.
If it went well but they decided not to continue this, they got a nice dinner in a hotel room with flowers, chocolate, candles, the works. If it worked out really well, he had bubble bath, fuzzy handcuffs and enough stamina to last the night -ok the handcuffs were originally a gag gift he saw for Gladio but the big guy wouldn’t mind if he used them first, would he?
And if it turned out to go real bad?
So he was set either way.
Finishing setting up the table, he bounced around the room, making sure everything was set. The others room was about...6 or 7 doors down, so there would be no interruptions.
Now all he had to do was wait. Maybe spruce up a bit-after all he wore some cute clothes that sat on border to cute and hot. Red Valentine’s Day tank top, dark grey leggings, his boots, bracelets, the works. They were comfy, but over all, these kinds of pants made his ass look totally great. Like, the squats he’s been doing? 100 percent worth it.
