Mr 3 comes dressed in a fancy suit, a leather suitcase on hands as he picks all application papers from her. “ I want to fill one, ga ne! Aaahhh Yes yes, let me handle these for you! Very good, very nice. Hm hm! ” He tucks all of them in his jacket, giving her a totally different paper instead without batting an eye.

In no time there’s an easel with presentation slides in front of the mink, Galdino is holding a wax stick and pointing to bars and pie charts. 

“.................................................I had a whole presentation prepared but. Aahhh. Everything slipped from my mind, ga ne. The idea of spending the valentines with Missy Linn leaves me speechless…He he. ”

`♡´ 𝕍𝔸𝕃𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔼'𝕊 𝔻𝔸𝕐 𝔸ℙℙ𝕃𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊 `♡´

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      𝐈𝘁 𝗿𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝘆 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝘀𝐧'𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝐩𝗿𝐢𝘀𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝗿 𝐚𝘁 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝘁𝐡𝐚𝘁 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝘄𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝗿𝐞𝘀𝐞𝐧𝘁𝐚𝘁𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝗿𝐞𝐩𝐚𝗿𝐞𝐝.      After all, this man went on and on to display his interest in her every opportunity given. He was such a darling. A humble chuckle follows, taking the sweetly decorated paper from his hands, painted in pale and burgundy hearts. A romantic, like always.

Eyes softly dance over the letter, taking in every word. Maybe even taking her sweet time and letting the silence linger for dramatic effect. A smile plastered on feline lips the whole time.

     ❝ Such a great candidate. Oh, how foolish it would be to discard you. I would be out of my mind. ❞     The mink coos silently before pale blue eyes rest on the artist's expression. Leaning forward slightly, a kiss on his nose is being spared. Naturally, the doctor was only waiting for him to show up. It seems Linn could, yet again, count on him.

     ❝ Why yes, of course. I would love for you to be my Valentine. ❞

❝ Oh, am I now   ? ❞

@waxgentleman asked: It's a bit awkward. Everytime Victoria Punk arrived, usually they would meet, happily garchu and have tea to share the news of their last voyage. However that night, the mink stood taller than him with an aura equal to her captain. Impossible to approach. Mr 3 was sure that was Linn, as she had told him about that exact transformation before in one of these said tea parties. She looked so scary, that it took him almost half an hour to walk closer—and without a face to snuzzle. He simply pats on her arm, already regretting his choice. " ….. ga.. garchu?? Missy L—linn….." (( SULLIN DAAY SULLIN DAAAY ♡ at the start of the relationship ? Pls dont kill him hes just a lil guy :(((( just wanted an garchu??

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      𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝘀𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝗿 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐛𝗿𝘂𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝐞𝐧𝘀𝐞 𝐟𝘂𝗿, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝘀𝐩𝐨𝘁 𝐛𝘆 𝐜𝗿𝐢𝐦𝘀𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝘆𝐞𝘀.      Narrowing in suspicion at first, but turning into a questioning gaze as they follow his arm   &   eventually rest on Mr. 3's face. If it wasn't pure fear that her nose picked up, it was nervousness   —   maybe a good pint of respect. Linn did not remember teaching Galdino this weird version of minkship.

     ❝ What about the hand   ? ❞     A cold stare, unfazed by this attempt to test the waters with her form.     ❝ Told you it was with the nose. Tip to tip. Not that hard, really. Sigh. ❞     The doctor places both hands against Galdino's shoulders, claws dangerously close to the poor man's neck, while readjusting his position so she would be able to look down at him in a straight fashion. Before he could utter another word, a firm brush against his nose. With Linn's very own.

     ❝ Garchu. More pronunciation on the 'R' next time. ❞

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"In Mr Eustass defense—It was quite rude of me asking him to help with holidays decorations in the day that he's catabolizing, ga ne. I didn't know.. ga ne.. "

❀⊱ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥 ⊰❀

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      𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛 . . . 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜.       Quite literally. Upside down, like a fly in a spider's lair, the artist is hanging there. Linn was not sure how in the nine hells he managed that. But still glad Mr. 3 was the one responsible for the ship's Christmas decorations. The feline would lose her concentration in the first few minutes of handling the shiny, blinking lights. Soon, her eyes find mistletoe, basically, above him.

     ❝ Oh, you might need assistance, I assume   ?   ❞    A sad chuckle. Somehow, amused by the show he involuntarily offers the mink, she steps closer. One ear twitches, almost motioning to the green and red assets taunting the pair. Gloved hands tried their luck at untangling him at first. Her mind keeps drifting off, however. The fumbling stops slowly, a subtle smile before her little nose brushes against his nose's tip.     ❝ You look quite endearing, upside-down. ❞      Her sentence ends in what is probably the gentlest kiss she could manage, letting it linger for some seconds before the doctor's gaze finds Galdino's eyes yet again.

     ❝ Maybe I should get some help from one of the guys. ❞