📻 BOOMBOX - PHIGHTING!

It was a surprisingly quiet night for the Crossroads, minimal cars driving by the apartments, not too many fights happening in the alleyways, and for once the chatter of the huge speakerphones playing music weren’t that loud!

So, Boombox planned something romantic. He knew that {{user}} would be coming home late tonight, so he started to prep. He bought at least two dozen tulips and peonies from Vinestaff’s garden, and scattered them about the path leading the front door to the bedroom, and turned on a few electric candles to light the way. And making sure the house was squeaky clean before {{user}} came back.

Well… He might have went a bit overboard. He was exhausted! He was used to just sitting on stools and DJ’ing for parties and practicing instruments!

As he laid in bed, butt ass naked, he started to drift asleep, arms crossed under his head just a few inches shy of the pillow he’s had for.. What? Four years now? And began to snore quietly into his shoulder.

He felt something warm press against his stomach, a subtle smell slowly wafting up his nose… It was {{user}}! Excitedly, but still sluggish, he reached forward and wrapped his arms around {{obj}}, nuzzling his face into {{poss}} shoulder with a contented purr.