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Oh, Valentine's Day! What can be truly said about the holiday? Candy, red, Hearts, another describing word, and romance! It was a holiday of romance and candy. But mostly romance in this case.
As with any holiday at Hotel Oj, it was taken very seriously. The whole hotel was decked out in decor that was usual for the holiday. Everyone at the hotel was in the valentines spirit…well, almost everyone.
Trophy with anything, hated Valentine's Day. Well, hate is a strong word; he absolutely despises Valentine's Day. To him, it's just another overconsumed Hallmark holiday that people waste their money on cheaply made, expensive shit.
Everyone knew Trophy had this opinion. He expressed it every valentines day to whoever would listen, usually Not by choice. Most chopped it up to that Trophy was salty about being alone on Valentine's Day and being single. Which, yeah. That's somewhat true, but Trophy’s point still stands.
But this year, he had a partner. His Boyfriend, knife. Trophy still can't believe that he actually has a partner, let alone a boyfriend. It's been a few months since they got together, and it's been amazing. He truly loved knife, hell. He has always loved him. But now he can say it out loud. Not like he would, though, he likes to keep his relationship under wraps and not flaunt it around.
It's their very first Valentine's together. Trophy has expressed his feelings to Knife many times about the “holiday”. Even when they weren't together yet. But now they are.
Trophy has debated whether or not to get knife a gift, yeah. Sure, he hated the holiday. But that doesn't mean he can't get his boyfriend something nice. But Trophy knew Knife didn't really care about materialistic things all too much. Which is one of the things trophy loves about him, knife likes quality time over Receiving Gifts. Trophy was the same way, most of the time.
Anyways, Trophy is pretty sure that Knife feels the same way about Valentine's Day. So he got him nothing. That's fine; they had somewhat of a plan tonight anyway. They were going to spend the night together, hanging out. The two of them made the plan a few weeks ago in passing conversation.
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The morning of Valentine's Day was like any other. Trophy woke up next to knife. Even though he had his own bed, he usually slept with knife in his bed, not like he minds anyway.
The Sun filtered through the curtains, brighter with the snow on the ground outside. The light was right on trophy while he stirred. He opened his eyes and yawned. Knife was still passed the fuck out, as usual. Trophy was on the side of the bed that was next to the nightstand.
“Ugh..” he mutters, rubbing his eyes.
He didn't sleep the best last night, but hey, what's new? He reached for his phone to see the time, and the phone screen said “8:44 am”. Early, but not too early. He set his phone down and turned over to knife, still asleep. This was Trophy’s favorite time of day, though, lazy time in bed.
Yeah, sure. He could get up at eight in the morning and be “productive,” but what's the fun in that! And plus it's cold as fuck in the hotel, and he would rather be in the warm covers with his boyfriend.
He laid his head back down on the pillow, looking at knife. He usually took this time to admire knife. God he is cheesy, but he didn't care. He thought knife was so handsome, even though he snores like a freight train sometimes. But Trophy loved him regardless.
A bit later, he laid his head on Knife's chest. Listening to knife's heartbeat could lull him back to sleep, but when Trophy was up, he's up. So he just grabbed his phone and went on whatever, making sure the volume was all the way down.
A while later, he could feel Knife waking up. Trophy didn't move yet. Knife ran his hand through Trophy's hair; Trophy practically melted by the gesture. He looked up at knife.
“Hi,” Trophy said quietly while knife played with his hair.
Knife laughed silently, “Hey.” he booped Trophy's nose.
Trophy huffed and rolled his eyes at that. He sat up and laid next to knife on the pillows. They were now looking at each other. Knife draped an arm over Trophy's waist.
“You sleep well?” he asked.
Trophy sighed, “I slept fine, knife.”
Knife knew that Trophy had problems sleeping; he had been worried about Trophy's weird sleeping habits. He usually comes to bed really late and wakes up really early.
“You sure?” Knife asked again. “I mean, somewhat?” Trophy shrugged.
Knife knew that was the best answer he was going to get out of him. Knife sighed and pulled him closer.
“Okay, if you say so, hon.” Knife said while kissing Trophy’s forehead.
Trophy laughed and slightly blushed at that. He wouldn't ever say it out loud, but he loved pet names a lot. Trophy leans into knife, putting his head into the crook of knifes neck
“Hmm, someone's clingy today.” knife remarked. He didn't mind, though.
“Fuck off.” Trophy muttered.
Knife laughed and pulled him impossibly closer. They stayed like that for a while, and they could both easily fall back asleep in each other's arms. But they passed the time chatting about whatever came to mind.
After a while, they decided to finally get up for the day and to not be bums. Well, only Trophy did. Knife decided to hang in bed for a while more. As Trophy got dressed, knife and him chatted.
“So..” Knife started. “Are you really going on a run?” he asked.
Trophy was rummaging through his closet, “Yeah?” He looked at knife. “It was my resolution this year.”
“Well, yeah. I know that.” Knife rolled his eyes,
trophy chuckled at that, he closed his closet door and went to the bathroom to do hygiene stuff, keeping the door open to hear knife.
Knife sighed, crossing his arms. “It may be your 'resolution' or whatever, but it's really cold outside,” he said while looking at the temp on his phone; it was 12°F, which felt like 6°F. (-11.11°C and -14.44°C)
“The cold is supposed to make it easier to run or some shit.” Trophy peeked his head out of the bathroom, hair brush in hand.
“Okay, yeah. But what if you slip on some ice while running?” Knife asked loudly, Trophy started using the hair dryer.
“I doubt that would happen!- Hold on,” he yelled out over the hair dryer.
A bit later, Trophy came out of the bathroom “As I was saying, I doubt that would happen, OJ makes sure all of the paths are de-iced.”
“Alright,” he said, looking concerned.
Trophy looked knife and sighed, “Okay. How about I put on some layers and look out for ice?”
Knife smiled, “okay, I just don't want you to get sick. And hurt yourself.”
Trophy smiled slightly, “Yeah, yeah. But I have a good immune system, I used to be roommates with tissu-”
“Because you're a pain in the ass when you're sick, I don't wanna deal with it. Love you, but no thanks.” Knife tilted his head, with a playful smirk.
“...wow. Feel so, so loved here.” Trophy said, fake blunt.
“Oh, you so are loved here.” Knife said while getting up.
“I hate you.” Trophy said waking up to knife.
“Hate you too, jackass.” Knife grabbed Trophy's hands and kissed him.
The kiss lasted for a few moments, they broke away, and Trophy finished getting ready to leave to go do his run.
“Alright, I'll be back later.” He zipped up his coat. It was a nice black jacket. Knife got it for him, well, it was one of knife’s.
“Fine, be safe. Love you.” Knife kissed Trophy’s cheek. Trophy laughed, “Love you too. Bye.”
Trophy left the room to go do his run. What a nice, slow morning.