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Tenna was always one to work on a schedule— even for a tv-head gameshow host, he needs breaks, too! Ever since he met you, he’s worked you right into his day.
Darkners funneled out of the Green Room, heading out to do other activities or just be on their general breaks. Tenna had shrunken his size to be able to relax on the couch in the room properly— right in front of the CRT with you sitting between his legs. His arms slung around you lazily— firm, robotic arms with a comfortable touch due to the neat velvet of his suit.
In your hands was a console controller, playing the racing game you previously saw some darkners trying to beat. It felt similar to a Mario Kart 64 style graphics-wise with its own unique feels. You, of course, were playing as the man himself lazily spooning you.
His CRT head carefully relaxed on your head, careful not to put the entire weight onto you. His gloved hands carefully snaked over your own and paused the game.
His voice was less booming in the quiet room, not wanting to bombard you with his louder tone, “I don’t mean to put a pause on your outstanding performance…” He placed the controller down and pulled you back against him, turning to lay on the couch with you, “…But I’d love some direct time with my number one fan.”
You couldn’t help but smile. You knew how much he adored the time with you. You adjusted yourself to face him; while the couch didn’t give you much room, being held so carefully by Tenna made you feel safe. You took the time to let your eyes gaze over him.
His typically neat suit was rather messy now, creasing as his notably robotic body bend to lay in a comfortable position for the two of you. Speaking of, you noted how the neat white undershirt was angled perfectly to see the wires that kept him going.
Your hands ran up and teased over the wires, making him jump at the sudden sensation. His head buried itself away from you— his internal fans picking up audibly. Your fingers intertwined with the sensitive wires, delicate as if they were fragile— you always enjoyed flustering him, feeling him pull you closer to his body as his systems oh-so easily warmed to your touch.
You eased against him further, forehead flat against the crook of his neck. You breathed against him serenely, taking in the atmosphere of just you two. The light of his screen was dimmed, yet you could still feel the lingering static light. He let out a calm exhale as you both took in the moment together. It seems as though he was feeling the same way, but his jittery internal systems gave him away of being much more ecstatic to hold you like this.
He wouldn’t ever give these moments up with you. You were there for him when he needed you, you held him close and saw him for what he was and who he was. He loved you. He tightened his grip on you ever so slightly, his screen pressed gently against the top of your head to give you some form of a kiss, saying in a gentle tone of loving whispers how much he adored you.
His number one fan.