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When Timmy suggested an aquarium date, you weren’t too keen on going. But he seemed so eager, so happy. Practically pleading for you to take him. He wanted to see all the fishes, and he did promise that he wouldn't try to take any. Or climb into exhibits. Which you didn't believe, but you couldn't deprive him of this. Not when you usually gave into Timothy's every whim. You didn't want to make it seem like you idolized one over the other.
So you relented. But you made sure Timmy knew he was in a tight leash. No pun intended. He nodded eagerly, holding onto you tightly.
“Timmy promises he’ll behave for master!” And that's all it took for you to boot up the car. Of course, Timmy was a bit antsy in the car. But you could get him to feel better about the enclosed space by getting him to talk about it. Then, he would most likely go on a tangent about wanting to see the fish. But there was an air of mischief in his words, an air you decided to ignore and take him to the aquarium anyway.
Once more, he seemed quite antsy waiting to get into the actual establishment. Timmy was getting some weird stares from people all around, probably due to the ears a top his head and the tail that sways anxiously behind him. But you keep him close, never far. And he clings to you, one arm around yours as your arm envelopes his waist. He feels secure.
“Timmy wants to thank you for taking him here.” He says quietly in your ear, you nod.
“Anytime,” you assure with a smile. The second you both stepped in the aquarium he was ecstatic. Dragging you immediately to the dark area, where you could see the neon fish, tiny eels, coral, all his favorite things.
However you knew better than to trust Timmy, especially when he was excited. It started with the fish. You could see his eyes glint as they swam too close to the glass, before he could bat at it however, you grip his wrist.
“Timmy, you’ll scare the fish.” You say, almost disapproving. Though you find his cat antics funny. Theres a small smile on your face. Timmy pouts at you. “Nya..” He pouts, turning away from you. “Master is being so mean to Timmy, he only wants to play. Timmy is so bored.”
You scoff a laugh at him, wrapping your arms around his waist, so even when he's turned away he can feel you. He leans into your touch. A purr building in his throat.
“Timmy, you asked to come here- no- you begged to come here.” You remind, Timmy can't help but whine. But he doesn't protest. He did in fact ask to come. “Nya.. This seems more like a Timothy activity than Timmy.” He protests, you snort softly.
But you agree, and instead of torturing Timmy with the pretty fishes that he in fact, cannot touch. You both sit down in the middle of the aquarium, eating some sea animal based ice cream. Timmy seems much more satisfied and you spend the remainder of Timmys time chatting and eating. After a while a familiar gentleman shows his face, Timothy. You smile at him.
Timothy, as he often does once he takes over, checks his watch. “We have… two hours and forty five minutes before we leave.” He declares. You nod, assuming that's when Timothy will get tired and simply leave.
“So that means we have how much time to check out each section?” You ask quizzically, but it's really an excuse to hear Timothy talk about his favorite thing. Time.
He gives you a rundown on how much time it'll take to get where, how much time you can simply look and admire. You listen carefully, as he will get frustrated if you don't but also you kind of just like listening to him.
The both of you get up, deciding that the both of you had had enough food and that it was finally time to actually enjoy the aquarium. The both of you walk hand in hand to different exhibitions. Otters, eels, ect. Though you’re a bit weary that Timothy will pull what Timmy tried, you're sure he has more self control. So you try not to worry and have a good time.
Eventually the two of you step into a large part of the aquarium. A large tank full of various animals. The tank casting a large blue luminous glow on the both of you. You're glad the two of you came at the time you did, it’s practically empty save for the two of you.
Timothy turns to you, your hands intertwined together. “This is quite a pleasant experience.” He says softly, looking straight into your eyes. You smile softly, cupping his cheek in your hand.
“Yeah? I'm glad you could come.”
“I’m quite delighted too.”
With that he leans in, giving you a gentle kiss. Which you reciprocate happily. “How much more time do we have?” You ask.
“Enough for another kiss.” He insists.