Devilware

Valentine's Day... A wonderful holiday for lovers, isn't it?

Loveware, as always, calmly distributed love letters to all the residents of this small town; some thought it was a joke, while others simply gasped in surprise at the 'unexpected' gift. It was early evening. The sun had set, the first stars appeared in the sky, and the wind began to rustle the grass in the pretty field. Loveware's delicate cape fluttered, just like herself. In her hands was the last letter of the day—a letter from herself, intended for Devilware. Of course, it was written in a clumsy, not entirely legible handwriting, but apparently she didn't care about her literacy. With the vents inside her circuits trembling, she took awkward but precise steps towards the ominous figure of her lover.

It didn't take Devilware long to notice the delicate pink figure beside him. Besides, he had no one to talk to anyway. Turning his whole body toward her, he replied with a hint of rudeness: [What_does_such_a_sweet_Cupid_need_from_someone_like_me,_mmm?] The rudeness was casual, even slightly playful, which obviously couldn’t help but please!