When he was in high school, he made sure to avoid having a steady girlfriend around the start of the month of February for that very reason. Hell, he didn’t have a girlfriend through most of December either because having a girlfriend through the month of December meant having to buy said girlfriend a present come Christmas time and he didn’t know enough about Jewish holidays or Kwanzaa or whatever the ******** it was called to seek out Jewish or black chicks to date in lieu to avoid the additional cost he couldn’t afford. (Unless Hanukkah really had eight days of presents like he’d heard… in which case, that was utter bullshit).
But yeah. Valentine’s was stupid and the month was covered in gayass hearts and flowers and all sorts of reminders that sorry ******** stuck with demanding spouses would need to get them something for the fourteenth or else they’d better not bother coming home at all.
It was a good thing he ended up with a spouse who wasn’t…
Ha.
Noah vocalized having the same sentiment about the over commercialized holiday but Paul knew that his redheaded a*****e other half would probably have something planned for him, despite their agreement of not doing anything for the day, and that he’d feel like ********’ scum if he didn’t have something ready in return.
Last year they’d attended the hoighty toighty ball and ended the night with his wallet getting ganked. The thought of losing all that money at once still pissed him off something fierce -- Noah shouldn’t have had to pay for the hotel room, not when it was supposed to be his ********’ present to begin with.
No, this year he was gonna go more simple, mostly because he hadn’t been picking up too many jobs as of late, so his fundage was looking rather pitiful. He wasn’t destitute but… it wasn’t pretty either.
February was too cold to make the yard look pretty or buy his ridiculous husband any more plants for his gardens. The house was already clean and kept that way and it wasn’t as if Paul could make a half decent dinner to surprise him with anyways....
Which left him stumped. Not that it was hard to stump Paul Jones, granted, but this was a doozy that he couldn’t look to Noah for when it came to getting help. He’d gotten Itshooki’s help last year and while the cat was smart, he didn’t want to rely on a feline for help every time he ran out of ideas for gifts… s**t.
While debating this particular predicament, he managed to almost run into some rinkydink stupid booth on the way to the shopping district part of the city. He figured he’d get his ginger some sort of nice looking shirt or tie or something but the bump nearly sent both him and the table full of flowers flying -- thankfully, the four or five girls stationed behind it and his quick reflexes prevented the disaster from occurring.
So, having nearly cost them a whopping giant a** mess, Paul Jones felt obligated to purchase at least one flower from their little fundraiser. He found two that looked halfway decent - ******** weird as ******** colors for flowers - but he shelled out the money and continued on his trek to the store.
Hell, maybe he’d give the damn cat one too.
To Noah:
Nuxaz
To Itsuki:
Lucifer Force
