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Valentines. That sick “holiday” that corporate brands use to up their prices like 30% and make profit and seeing people around that either are all happy and bundled or rejected and left empty. One way or another time seized itself the opportunity as the watch ticked itself on and on from the colleagues watch as Antag found himself sitting on the opposite side of him. Knees close to his chest sights lie on the ground.
Colleague found himself accidentally staring when the other wasn’t looking his way with those piercing sharp eyes. Thinking about the somewhat corny day that was today. But with the “holiday” came gifts.. What the hell could he gift the other? Thoughts began to pound in his head to try and come up with something that could work. Hours went by and the silence enough to drown a man and leave him washed ashore as he thought. He hadn’t thought this hard since what felt like.. Forever. Eventually coming up with a shitty plan that involved ripping his sleeve into the shape of a heart.
Nails were long and sharp enough to cut through fabric given enough time and pressure was put into it. Attempts to do so was done discreetly so the other wouldn't give him odd looks even if he had already gotten a few. Huddled up in his corner of the hell they shared faint noises of rips heard the other curious with piercing eyes stabbing through the others back.
Antag had seen the other seemingly thinking and keeping more to himself that day. Scissors a blade he held in his hand often ever since he snagged it from that vent up above the elevator on day 6 of the hell they shared together, slowly walking over to the other, probably a good threat would be all it took to get the other to spill what he was mumbling about. Scissors in hand suddenly aimed nearby just as the one with the stubble stood up to face the other. Scissors hit the wall revealing its flesh once more, blonde holding out a heart shaped piece of fabric for the other. Feeling the others chest close to his, face a blushed mess yet faint sweat traveled down
“ happy .. valentines .. ? “
Voice had a faint tremble in that, god he didn’t know if he should feel scared or flustered from how close the other had gotten with a hand on his chest. Antag moving back a bit, surprised. He should feel angry at such pathetic means shouldn’t he? He was never one for valentines in his life. Romance a dead horse he wouldn’t kick yet this time he found face of his own flushed, stepping back staring at such.. Measly gift. Yet at the same time, the gift was probably one of the only things that could have been given albeit it rather poorly cut out.
Colleague found surprise creeping into his body at the others lack of violence at the moment despite the fact he was quite literally pinned to a wall not even minutes ago. Watching as the shorter raven haired man snagged the scissors from the wall, struggling but eventually cutting out an equally sized heart from his own shirt to give back. Both taking each other's small yet marginally large meaning gifts, putting them into their own pockets before Antag found himself speaking.
“ Happy valentines , idiot . “