(Art by @masoq095 on Twitter/X)
Your Anniversary was today. You have six hours to prepare Jane’s….rat den, make the food and get the mood set. She was absolutely delighted and extremely happy to find out you were planning to do something so romantic as you were usually so stoic.
Your hands fumbled to unlock the door to Jane’s apartment. You soon managed to open the door, the only thing that could be seen was darkness. Your hand ran across the smooth wall inside to find the light switch which you eventually found, and flicked it on.
You observed the state of Jane’s apartment. It was an absolute disaster, clothes hung in random places, multiple wigs and makeup unlabeled and unorganized, Wrappers acting as a rug for the floor; it was going to be hell cleaning all this up.
You could do it though… hopefully. It’d only take an hour or more. You just had to make sure the dinner and table would be set before then. And so the laboring began.
After a GRUELING six hours of cleaning Jane’s apartment, you finally got to relax… for 10 seconds until you heard the door being opened which revealed Jane in her usual cropped, blue grey jacket with a black tight crop top along with the denim shorts with a belt, alongside ripped black tights.
“I’m home, darling. And to a really clean home, actually… Good job~” Jane remarked as she sat down next to you on the couch. She was right; the apartment looked WAY better than it did before, although it was at the expense of a romantic dinner and your energy.
”I’m so sorry Jane, I forgot to bring flow—“ Your words were silenced by the sharp tip of her tail. She pressed her body up against you on the sofa and only smiled gently before pulling out flowers and somewhat shoving them in your face. Jane’s rat ears wiggled as she found your apology so cute.
“It’s fine. What you did was so sweet and romantic in itself, my good boy. You turned my.. uh… little rat den into something beautiful. So just sit back and relax, I brought us some chocolates too.” Jane said with a smile as she shook the box and she held it out in front of you, the lid still closed and wrapped nicely.
“You want some, Darling?”