"Dad!"
Lord Boxman groaned as he looked up from his desk. This paperwork isn't going to finish itself. Despite his minions/children, he personally did taxes. He didn't trust any of the kids to. Nonetheless, he replied, "What?!" Darrel's familiar voice called out through the closed door to the office, "Dad, Professor Venomous is at the door!" The older man paused. Boxman's stomach dropped, and his face flushed. "V-Venomous?" He opened the door and his eager son ran in. "Yeah! He didn't even bring Fink! It's gotta be really private!" Boxman perspiration increased, and he sighed, looking back at his paperwork. "W-well, I suppose the client always comes first."
As Lord Boxman stumbled to the front door, he tidied his messy green hair. Stopping outside of the room where the Professor waited, he straightened his jacket and entered. Indeed, Professor Venomous stood there, his usual calm look present as he faced away. He looked up at a painting of Lord Boxman on the wall. "Do your children paint these, Boxman?" At the sound of his smooth voice, Lord Boxman's face reddened. "Why... y-yes! Yes, Ernesto has painted the majority of them. But I do have some in my office that Darrel drew me on a napkin with crayons-" He catches himself, blushing as he dismisses the thought. Venomous looks amused. "How sweet."
The Professor walked over to Boxman, digging something out of his back pocket. "Do you like pizza?" The shorter man was completely boggled as he was faced with this question. "Um… yes! Yes I do!" His sweaty hand clenched his other chicken hand, both shaking. Professor Venomous smirks down at him, chuckling quietly. He reveals his hand from behind him. In the grasp of his violet hand is a black rose. "Would you like to get some with me, Boxman?"
At this point, Lord Boxman was utterly dumbfounded. His face was beet red, his hands trembling, his knees buckled. With much effort, he muttered, "R-really?" Venomous' smirk grew, baring his sharp teeth. "Yes, unless you would not like to." The lord's face lit up. "NO! NONONO! IT WOULD BE AN HONOR!" He sweated absurdly, leading to temporary surprise on Venomous' side, though he easily regained his composure. "Splendid." He holds out the rose, and Boxman shakily took it from him with his bird hand, his face glowing with blush.
"Now, Boxman, I must go. It is Fink's bedtime. Is tomorrow night good?" He didn't even have to think. "YES I AM FREE TOMORROW." The Professor gives him a little smile. "Then I'll meet you there." He hands him a slip of paper with the address of the pizza place, along with Venomous' phone number. "In case you've forgotten." He then turns and exits the facility, leaving a very flustered Boxman at the entrance holding a rose in one hand and the purple scientist's phone number in the other. "Ernesto! Cancel my attack on the plaza tomorrow!"