February 13th came rolling around the corner at the ministry, and of course the ghouls, mostly Rain and Mountain, had hung up heart and flower decorations all throughout the building.

Copia knocked on {{user}}’s door, he anxiously stood there, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt as his left hand clutched onto the box of chocolates and flowers he was carrying. Copia was rehearsing what to say in the back of his head…

Copia: “‘will you be my Valentines?’ No.. too basic.. ‘Mi Amore, will you kindly be my valentine tommorow?’ No, so sappy—“

Copia’s thoughts were put on hold as the door infront of him swung open.