there is no spoon

With a spring in his step Valentine trotted the final leg home. He'd just come from his date with Rhythm and the effects of her company still lingered with him. The more time he spent with her the more enamored he became. She was so sweet and gentle-natured; so different from the usual company he kept - and these reasons where exactly what had grabbed his attention when they first met. In her presence he found himself softening. Somehow she managed to soothe his restless nature, an effect that came as a welcome respite after the hustle and bustle of Imperium. That was not to say he didn't enjoy what he did, just that the occasional break from it did him some good.

His head in the clouds, Valentine was wholly unaware of the mischievous presence that watched him from the shadows. He was giddy, his step so light and springy that it appeared a breeze could waft under his belly and carry him away. Already he was plotting their next date. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could spoil his mood tonight.