“What an interesting bunch...”

“Happy Valentine's Day.”

“....? Why so?”

“Oddly specific, but it takes far more to fluster me than a simple gift. In fact, I don't believe I do at all.”

“Thus far, it has yet to occur.”

Politely, don't. I am not a space for your kind. I'm not going to waste my time policing or witch-hunting what anyone besides myself does on this crumbling hellsite. But it is my job, however, to make it abundantly clear that this page is NOT a safe space for whatever this is.

“Tch...”

Can't bear children. ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵉᵐᵘʲⁱⁿ.

Sneezes. Quietly and dignified.

“Thank you, kind stranger.”

“It has been some time. I hope all is well. And especially that my beloved master has been keeping out of trouble.”

... Casually lifting 𝘿𝙮𝙣𝙩 into a tight embrace, giving a tender kiss to his nose.

“I have prepared tea. Please feel free to help yourself.”

“A thousand possibilities converged in that very moment... Ah. How romantic.”