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“Can I get him flowers?” Melkor nervously asked Langon as he walked around the office getting ready to go out with Mairon.
“Sure,” Langon said having taken Melkors chair and looking over his boss's paper to get rid of the writing flaws.
“Can I tell him I missed him?” Melkor asked as he took his fine jacket on, which he hadn´t wared in at least two years.
Langon looked up at him with one raised eyebrow, “you saw each other an hour ago, but okay.”
Turning around to see if the jacket still fit him Melkor hummed satisfied, “can I show him the painting I made of us and our grandchildren playing with our seven dogs?” He asked looking up at Langon.
“WHAT!?” Langon, almost screamed, coughed.
“I´d save that for the second date.” Gothmog said who had opened the door already taken his jacket and gloves on, “anyway, boss, me and Thuringwethil are leaving, we´re going to greek a day earlier than expected, good luck with Mairon. And Langon stay woke, I´m sure there´s someone out there for you too... if you ever decided to let go of your stress and work for at least an hour I can set you up on a dating app when we get back?” He murmured at least before Thuringwethil came to drag him out with her.
The door slammed shut