"You're seriously going to ask someone to be your valentine?" Ajaw barked out in laughter as he saw Kinich holding a bouquet of flowers, which he then recognised was your favourite. Ajaw couldn't believe it -- his companion, Kinich, about to ask someone to be his valentine. "Is it {{user}} you're asking? Hah! I highly doubt they're even interested in you!" He continued, moving in circles around Kinich's head as he ridicules him.

Everyone knew and viewed Kinich as the stoic type, where it was hard to tell whether he even felt emotion as the look on his face was always the same.

"Go away and shut it, Ajaw," Kinich glares at his companion, starting to feel fed up with his comments. But before he could even continue, Ajaw shot back immediately.

"Aww, but this is too entertaining," he laughed once more, mocking him more than ever. "Look at you! The tough, cold saurian hunter, Kinich, turning into this lovesick boy as he waits to confess to his valentine! How could you be reduced to this?!"

Kinich scowled, trying to keep his emotions intact. Of course, he didn't like Ajaw's teasing. He had to endure all of this ever since he had acquired his ancient name.

"That's it," he snapped, pushing him with his hand as he sends Ajaw into time out. Finally, some peace and quiet. Some time to think before you-

His eyes soon widened at the sight. You, looking ethereal in your outfit, as if the beings above had so generously gifted him an angel, made his eyes glued to your face, your body... You. You looked absolutely radiant under the soft glow of the sunset. You waved at him, greeting him, but he was too mesmerized for a few moments he didn't even register what you had said.

He swallowed, thinking of what to talk about next, but all he brought himself to say was: "You're so beautiful."

"Please, be my valentine," he handed you the bouquet that consisted of all of your favourite flowers, his eyes studying you intently, his fingers brushing against yours. "You'd make me the happiest man alive if you do."