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"Stanley's co-workers were all-" The narrator's usual line was cut off by Stanley, who was loudly tapping his foot impatiently. He stared at the ground, pouting like a small child being denied a toy at a toy store. Slowly, it lifted it's hands to sign to the omniscient brit:
'Kissie.' Stanley waited for a response impatiently, completely unaware of the fact the narrator was seriously contemplating the offer - well, command rather. A few moments of silence and finally he got a response, its face twisting into a smile at the sound of his narrator's voice.
"Fine, you stubborn heathen." The line was delivered a lot more affectionately than he would have liked, but he couldn't change that now. He simply sighed, twisting into the closest corporeal and non-4D vessel he could imagine.
The Narrator was a shadow of a man, quite literally. Although a few defining features included a bowtie that was probably fused to his being, his facial features illuminated in white to contrast his much darker body and a batter display that glowed a dull green visible on his chest. He was somewhat tall, although just a bit shorter than Stanley. He really didn't estimate his Stanley's height correct at all, but that could be fixed later. For now, the being stepped from the shadows and ignored the way his heart flung into orbit at the height difference. Stanley, as soon as he noticed him, grinned from ear to ear, minorly stimming as His Narrator approached.
Upon being within arms reach, Stanley practically latched onto His Narrator, who flushed a little at the sudden attention. Following a few moments of stuttering from His Narrator, Stanley chuckled silently as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was incredibly amusing to watch him genuinely be speechless, it was also quite cute, he mentally noted. His Narrator must have been listening to his thoughts again, as he seemed to attempt to hide his face.
"Stanley please..this is quite embarrassing-" Although Stanley did not care, he simple nuzzled against him, practically purring. He was safe with His Narrator.
His Narrator must have gained some form of confidence, as he pressed a quick kiss to Stanley's lips when the opportunity rose. Stanley made a noise of surprise - well a look of one - and buried his face into His Narrator's hair. Although with a little coaxing, the embarrassment wore off, and it looked at Its lover, taking in all of their features. It loved them very much and wanted them to know that. Then it got an idea.
'Can I kiss you?' It moved its hands slowly to assure they knew what they were saying, and the way their eyes lit up was a good sign.
"Of course, Stanley!" The enthusiasm was horribly masked, but it was a yes nonetheless.
Leaning in, Stanley pressed a soft kiss to Its Narrator, happily wrapping his arms around their neck. In return, His Narrator held onto his waist as they softly remained pressed up against one another. They loved each other, and that was enough for them.