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The walls weren’t bare by any means, they were lined with posters, signs, lights, and the paper itself even had faint, glittering stars. Despite the studio-wide flair though, sometimes when I had nothing to do but stare blankly at the walls, my mind would wander to, “How could I do more decorating here?” Guess my artist brain was just wired to want to fill space, even in more professional settings.
One day when I was lazing about the studio, I was looking around for the perfect wall canvas, going room to room, hallway to hallway; it took forever to find the perfect spot. Eventually, I realized I needed to broaden my horizons, branch out from just smooth walls, and instead move onto smooth doors! The bright red double doors leading to Tenna’s office, for example.
Perching myself against a wall, I stood in deep thought, trying to come up with ways I could add a little more pizzaz to it without possibly angering him. Even though people frequently passed by, they probably just assumed I was waiting for my love to get back. Hell, I KNEW this was the case because my concentration had been broken a few times by people telling me where he actually was, and I had to politely brush them off without letting my little mischevious plan slip.
So many silly plans… I’m surprised he still puts up with me, let alone lets me waltz around the place.
Ah, self depricating thoughts aside, absently listening to a rerun of TV Time got me thinking, and I finally came up with something. I had to act fast though, or else who KNOWS when I’d remember this idea again, not to mention plan HOW I was even going to get the ball rolling to begin with. He’d be comming back soon, so while he’s gone, I slipped into his office and looked for what my grubby little hands ached for.
Markers, tape, and sticky notes, all things commonly found in a desk.
Great, I had to scale THAT beast. Well, guess it’s time to roll up my sleeves and get to work.
It wasn’t like I was the size of a bug or anything, he wasn’t THAT huge, but it would still require some work to get to where I wanted unnoticed. Fortunately, I was in here enough that he decided to get a little step stool for me, which I found hidden under a me-sized couch. It was nothing special, small and metal, but it was sturdy and helped me hop up to his crushed velvet seat.
The ornate wooden desk would be tough since I couldn’t reach far enough to bring my little height advantage up here. I looked to one of the smooth, wooden arms of the chair and thought hard about using them to help me up. I was hesitent though, I was so high up I was afraid I might slip, fall, and injure myself greatly…
...Worth it.
So, doing just that, I slowly got closer and closer to the edge of the desk until I could pull myself up on the sharp end. I had to do a roll to make sure I didn’t fall back, which knocked me right into a cold, yellow coffee cup, but thankfully none spilled over it’s ceramic sides. I sighed in relief and booked it to the middle of the desk to look around this little arena. What was it I needed? Markers, sticky notes… tape? Uh, I think that was right, good enough.
Now let’s see… He has sticky notes, and they’re normal shaped, perfect! No markers, but that’s fine I’ll just barrow a pen, geez this was all gonna be hard to carry with me… Oh, scotch tape, just what I- wait what’s that say? BOTCH tape? Eh… I mean the name is concerning but I’m sure it’s fine, probably.
Anyway, I carefully dropped down everything I stole, go from the desk, to the chair, and tumble onto the ground. The fall hurts a little, but nothing I can’t brush off! If my guess is right, I still got time, but I needed to be quick. I tucked the notes under my arm and carried the pen in the other, and ran out the room as fast as I could to dump Tenna’s belongings outside the door, grab the rest, and then shut the door beside me, all while ignoring the sting in my legs.
Sleeves still rolled up, I clicked the pen and began writing in big letters “I LOVE TV” on each of the notes. I started with pale blue ones, and thanks to the help of some tape to make sure they stuck, and my step stool so I could reach higher, I made a large square over the door. By now I wrote it about 60 something times, and still had 39 left, so for those last 39 I used lavender colored notes to surround the square and make a mural of Tenna, made of 99 sticky notes, all saying I Love Tv.
Hands on my hips, I stood back to admire my work. Hey for someone of my size, I consider this impressive, I had to admire it for at least a little while before hiding away and knowing it’d get taken down by
“What’s all this now?”
Even though Tenna’s voice played over a distant tv, it was clear the voice coming from that electronic box was the real deal standing innocently behind me. My hairs stand on end and I practically jump to look behind me up at Tenna, who’s just smiling down confusedly at his vandalized door. He giggles sweetly and crouches down, tail swishing back and forth behind him as he surveys the damage.
“Is that supposed to be me? Wait…”
Crap, I think he’s realizing how many of his materials I used, and he’s looking more annoyed. I want to speak up, but my nerves make it hard. My hands go to fidget with my tie as he leans closer and really looks at my handywork, but as he does, his expression lights up and gains a rosy hue as he sees what’s written.
“How many…”
His own hands start to shake and look for something to hold on to as his cord tail thumps furiously against the tiles. Seeing his fluster causes it to swarm over to my own face and I try to drly get out at least a word.
“99… T-The uh, in…centive… H-Heh…”
Tenna’s face glows brighter and I can hear his insides work harder as he snaps his head at me. I think he’s trying to figure out if he should be mad or flattered, and after a seemingly long moment of debate, he decides on appreciation as he coos at me.
“Aweee, [Y/N]!~ Oh this is so SWEET oh my, ohh… Oh I love you so much!!!~”
He quickly scoops me up in his soft, gloved hands and plants a couple big kisses on me and messes up my hair, stunning me from surprise.
“Though, sweetheart please don’t break into my office for something like this again. Office supplies are expensive you know!”
After his mild scolding, he stands up straight and hugs me to his chest, which I gladly snuggle into.
“I can’t stay mad at you though, ESPECIALLY after something as sweet as this! How ‘bout I return the favor, and tell you 99 times how much I love YOU, hm?~”