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For the first time in a very long time, Google found that he could actually, genuinely look forward to something. There was very little he enjoyed about the holiday season, but this? This was something he was bound to enjoy. There was no chance it could fail…so long as he wasn’t interrupted.
He pressed his lips together in a near-grim smile as he lit the candles on the table and turned the bottle of wine a few millimeters to his left. It wasn’t something he could partake in, but it was a necessary touch. Everything had to be absolutely perfect – the scenery, the ambiance, and especially his own appearance. Straightening from his position over the table, he sidestepped toward the tall mirror Yandere had placed in the corner of the living room. Google had already gotten rid of the others for the night (thanks to his fellow Googles for insisting the others introduce them to snow), so the mirror was free.
He paused, squinting at himself for several seconds and then pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, admiring how they glinted in the nearby firelight. His navy blue suit was neatly pressed and his power core, freshly charged, blazed brightly on his chest. He had brushed his long hair to a nice shine and his tie was perfectly straight.
Everything was right. Now all he needed was his…date.
His self-confidence wavered then, just a little, and his prominent G emblem dimmed as he considered.
This was a mistake. Why had he done this? Why had he – ?
Before his thought could continue, he heard her footsteps down the hall and pivoted, speed-walking to his chair and then leaning forward against the table with a casual air, as if he had been sitting there comfortably for several minutes. As soon as Amy appeared, a sense of triumph and – was it truly care? – flooded Google’s systems. She looked beautiful.
“Hello, Amy,” he greeted in a purr.
Amy blinked and tilted her head at him in puzzlement, her golden hair falling across her neck and shoulders. “Google…I thought you said Mark was going to meet me here for dinner.”
“That I did,” Google allowed. “He couldn’t make it, so he sent me in his stead. He said I was least likely to ruin the evening.” Actually, he couldn’t have made out what Mark was saying as Wilford dragged him off for another nightmarish interview, but he had a feeling it was a lot more vulgar than what he was telling her.
“Oh…alright,” Amy allowed cautiously, slipping toward the other chair. She smiled politely at him and Google’s smile softened in return as she sat. Exhaling evenly, he folded his hands under his chin, taking in the sight of her.
“Y’know,” Amy remarked with a small laugh, “if you keep that up, you might forget to pour the wine.”
Day 16 of the 25 Days of Ego Christmas: Fireplace. What’s better than a romantic holiday dinner by the fireplace? Also I ship Google with Amy really hard okay and it’s taking over my mind help me it hurts so good

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For the first time in a very long time, Google found that he could actually, genuinely look forward to something. There was very little he enjoyed about the holiday season, but this? This was something he was bound to enjoy. There was no chance it could fail…so long as he wasn’t interrupted.
He pressed his lips together in a near-grim smile as he lit the candles on the table and turned the bottle of wine a few millimeters to his left. It wasn’t something he could partake in, but it was a necessary touch. Everything had to be absolutely perfect – the scenery, the ambiance, and especially his own appearance. Straightening from his position over the table, he sidestepped toward the tall mirror Yandere had placed in the corner of the living room. Google had already gotten rid of the others for the night (thanks to his fellow Googles for insisting the others introduce them to snow), so the mirror was free.
He paused, squinting at himself for several seconds and then pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, admiring how they glinted in the nearby firelight. His navy blue suit was neatly pressed and his power core, freshly charged, blazed brightly on his chest. He had brushed his long hair to a nice shine and his tie was perfectly straight.
Everything was right. Now all he needed was his…date.
His self-confidence wavered then, just a little, and his prominent G emblem dimmed as he considered.
This was a mistake. Why had he done this? Why had he – ?
Before his thought could continue, he heard her footsteps down the hall and pivoted, speed-walking to his chair and then leaning forward against the table with a casual air, as if he had been sitting there comfortably for several minutes. As soon as Amy appeared, a sense of triumph and – was it truly care? – flooded Google’s systems. She looked beautiful.
“Hello, Amy,” he greeted in a purr.
Amy blinked and tilted her head at him in puzzlement, her golden hair falling across her neck and shoulders. “Google…I thought you said Mark was going to meet me here for dinner.”
“That I did,” Google allowed. “He couldn’t make it, so he sent me in his stead. He said I was least likely to ruin the evening.” Actually, he couldn’t have made out what Mark was saying as Wilford dragged him off for another nightmarish interview, but he had a feeling it was a lot more vulgar than what he was telling her.
“Oh…alright,” Amy allowed cautiously, slipping toward the other chair. She smiled politely at him and Google’s smile softened in return as she sat. Exhaling evenly, he folded his hands under his chin, taking in the sight of her.
“Y’know,” Amy remarked with a small laugh, “if you keep that up, you might forget to pour the wine.”
Day 16 of the 25 Days of Ego Christmas: Fireplace. What’s better than a romantic holiday dinner by the fireplace? Also I ship Google with Amy really hard okay and it’s taking over my mind help me it hurts so good