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This wasn't his first Valentine's Day, but it was the first time he actually noticed it. It was the first time he was actually aware of the incredibly obnoxious holiday with its tide of reds and pinks and candy hearts and flowers and just s**t. He was aware for reasons.

Reasons...

Reasons that had the Guardian wanting to bang his hand against the nearest brick wall as he tried to come up with yet another idea for a gift for Regan. Because reasons. But also because the woman deserved all the best things and because he guessed it was a special occasion or something. The weeks leading up to the day itself had been chaos for Silk. Trying to find something that Regan would maybe like that wasn't stupid flowers or stupid candy...

Well, he had managed, and here, once again, the kitten had ask his sister to mask his signature so that he could parade around the garage in his human form to spend time with the stardust Senshi with thumbs. He might have been getting a bit soft. Lace didn't annoy him nearly quite as much now, and he was actually thankful for her help---so much so that Silk stole one of those fancy box of sweets out at the mall and gave it to his sister as a token of thanks.

So that he could be here. In the garage with Regan once again. With a small box tucked up one of his sleeves currently.

Silk sat near the woman as she worked on yet another vehicle. His tail was lightly flicking, a sign of his nerves as always. "So...um." Off to a great start, once again. "W-what are you going to do later once you're done?"

"O-oh?" Silk listened. "Yeah---that does sound really ******** cool, actually---so yeah----I'd like to watch it with you." But also because watching things with Regan meant being able to sit right next to her and be touching for hours at a time---wait. He now couldn't help but wonder if ghosts were haunting his stomach and his chest. Making them do funny things.

The Guardian sat in an awkward silence (for him, because he was tense and anxious) for a few moments.

"So today it's like---um---Valentine's Day and s**t and I normally wouldn't care except---Uh---" Silk cleared his throat, and wondered, just like around Christmas, why was this so hard. "I got a gift for you---because it's Valentine's Day----no---wait, yes---but also because I saw it and it made me think of you but so did Valentine's---s**t---" Silk's eyes started getting wider the more he rambled, and after a moment he ended up just starting to dig through his sleeve like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

It was only two gifts so far?

Regan deserved a lot more.

He needed to do something about that.

Silk started when Regan took his free hand once more, and---maybe his chest really was haunted because it was going crazy up in there. Plus his cheeks were hotter. Damn it. His dark fingers wrapped tightly around her's, and where was that damn box? He knew he stashed it up there---

"W-why would I laugh at that?" He asked, his voice a little high pitched. Holy s**t. She got him something again, too? What was it? Any thoughts of what it could be though were immediately derailed though when she asked her question. The Guardian froze, and he couldn't help but feel very called out.

Who told her he thought about her a lot!?

Never mind that she honestly came to the conclusion on her own. He couldn't help but feel that someone told her, even if that made zero sense. He didn't tell anyone he thought about her a lot, so thus there was no one who could tell her. Silk resisted the knee jerk reaction to demand who told her, and instead flubbed his way through the question.

"Ne---ees. Yes---but not like every hour---I mean, at least every day but not like all day but a good portion of it---because sometimes I'm sleeping and eating corndogs and s**t so I'm not thinking about stuff when I'm doing those and---" He was getting more flustered (if that was possible), and finally his fingers found the small box tucked into his sleeve. He yanked it out, and then presented it up to Regan, nearly putting it in her face.

"Here!" He exclaimed. "It's for you! Open it!" Now hurry up and take it. It was burning his hand.

Inside the small box, was a pendant. Two pieces of a pendant, to be exact.

Silk was torn between wanting to look everywhere but her, but also wanting to look at her. When the box was taken from his hand, he felt his stomach plummet in that tense moment of suspense. His eyes nearly squinted shut, but they popped open and widened upon hearing her words. His head tilted up towards the woman. "Y-yeah!?" He asked, and then coughed a little bit. "I mean---yeah, of course it is!" Now having confirmation that she liked it, he went from mortified and embarrassed to practically leo-strutting.

To a degree.

He got a little flustered again when she asked if he could put it on. "Y-yeah---" Silk took the necklace, and even with fingers, it took a moment for him to fumble with the clasp. He got it undone, and then, with a carefulness that belied his usually brash attitude, looped it around the woman's neck and secured the clasp again. He let it fall, and couldn't help but pull a few errant strands of pale stardust hair out from the necklace.

"So----you really like it?" He asked, and then held out a hand for the other one.

His to go with her's.

With as much time as Silk spent with the woman, combined with the bond, it didn't matter that her face didn't express much. He knew, and he took her words at face value, because that's just how Regan was. She wouldn't say she did if she didn't. It was that simple.

The Guardian was puffing up, ego thoroughly stroked---right up until she was close to him again. He felt the cool metal chain touch the back of his neck briefly before the necklace settled on his fluff. His ears went straight up and his tailed stilled as Regan was close once more. "Y-yeah, it does---" He muttered, and then his eyes went wide.

Love? What did love mean?

The sassy little a*****e of a Guardian was thoroughly bamboozled, and the sudden knot he found his little feelings in tightened when he met his sister's eyes across the garage.

Slowly eating her damn bon bons.

He kind of forgot she was there for a moment.

Feeling a little panicked, Silk threw an arm around Regan's shoulders and turned them both away from LACE'S PRYING ******** BON BON EATING EYES.

"I uh---" He mumbled, his cheeks red once more, as his free hand came up to lightly touch their necklace charms as well. "I...love you too." Because friends could, right? And like...he always did want to make sure she was okay and well taken care of, and safe, and happy. His sister and Chase aside, he didn't really care this much about anyone else so...love made sense?

He mulled it over for a moment.

Yeah. It made sense.

Regan blushing made him blush more. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because he rarely saw her do it, and red was such an interesting color on her face since it wasn't usually here. Oh. Wait. Yeah...she had a gift for him too. He was really curious to see what it was.

Silk trailed after her, and when he was presented with the box, the Guardian took it and then opened it. It took him a moment to comprehend what he was looking at, but her words and it clicking had golden eyes widening as he gasped. "These are so ******** cool!" He exclaimed, and he immediately pulled the gloves out. Silk let the box fall to the floor without a second thought as he instead pulled the skeleton patterned gloves on. They fit perfectly. He grinned, widely, wiggling his fingers in them. "These are awesome!" He exclaimed, and before really thinking about it, he threw himself at Regan, arms wrapping tightly around her waist in a hug.