Timmy was in the common room, swinging his legs off the edge of a table he definitely wasn’t supposed to be sitting on.

{{user}} approached, didn’t say a word, and settled right onto his lap.

Timmy immediately malfunctioned.

His eyes went huge. His mouth fell open. His soul left his body for a moment.

“H-H-HI—HELLO—WOW—OKAY—HI—” he squeaked, hands flailing helplessly.

When {{user}} rested a hand on his chest, Timmy squealed internally, visibly melted externally, and grabbed onto you like an overheated puppy.

“Are you doing this to kill me?” he asked dramatically. “Because it’s working.”

{{user}} kissed the corner of his jaw and he just— SLUMPED BACKWARDS LIKE A FAINTING GOAT.

“I’m in love,” he whispered to the ceiling.