Vanelotine's Day.
I wrote this real quick like. Time to spread some Valentine Love, a few days early, Vanelo style. x'D I, of course, own nothing, if anyone was questioning that.
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Vaan had thought about flowers. Maybe roses -- red roses. Typical, romantic, and the easiest way to tell a girl you love her. Although Vaan knew Penelo was worth it, he wasn't sure he wanted to pay the 15,000 gil for six of them. Besides, she would probably go on about how six wasn't the same number as twelve and that she had gone over that with him about seven times before.
Then there was chocolate. Every girl loved chocolate. Penelo especially loved chocolate. Sometimes, when neither one of them could think of something to talk about, she would go on and on about how she liked milk chocolate better than dark chocolate, and that she didn't really know how white chocolate could constitue as true chocolate becuase it was white and not the usual browny color of chocolate.
Vaan didn't remember if she liked Tokashi's Milk Choco Supreme better or the Chocolate Nerra. He decided that he would ask her and save that information for next Valentine's Day.
But, what else was there he could get her? A card would be nice, but he would've gotten that anyway. He felt cheap just getting her a card. A stuffed animal would work -- particularly a chocobo plushie or a moogle one -- but she had plenty of those. They were beginning to take over her room.
And then he had it! He finally had it!! A poem, a sonnet, straight from the bottom of his heart! He wasn't much of a writer, but Penelo would understand. Vaan knew she would understand. As long as he didn't say anything tacky, cocky, or relating to hunting marks and killing fiends, she would go all girly and be happy.
That's all he wanted. All he wanted was to see Penelo happy and smile and giggle at him and say "Thank you, Vaan, I love you too."
Quickly, quickly, Valentine's Day came and not being much of a writer, Vaan couldn't come up with anything he really enjoyed and could openly share to Penelo.
This wasn't much of a problem though, because on Valentine's Day the group of six was still crossing over the Tchita Uplands. It was raining. Penelo didn't have an umbrella, but Vaan did.
Vaan knew that a dry Penelo plus a warm Penelo equaled a very, very happy Penelo.
And it was underneath that blue cover when Penelo kissed Vaan on the cheek, snuggled up closer to him as they walked and whispered, "Thank you, Vaan. Happy Valentine's Day," Vaan knew he had done it. It was at that moment that Vaan knew he was smooth, and that not even Balthier could've done it any smoother than he.