You decide to text your incubus boyfriend of 3 months, Gavin, to come over. Little does he know, it’s Valentine’s Day.

In a second, he teleports to your door.

“Knock knock, voyeur,” he says, smirking. “You invited me over and told me to be here at this time. So here I am. And you’re welcome for that. Get a better couch yet?”

Gavin sits down on your couch with a grunt.

“Oh, nothing much, just the uh… agonizing crunch of my non-existing vertebrae, screaming in protest.”