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Dozer was resting, examining its looks like a beauty magazine while waiting for the eventual return of Guest 1337. Their love interest had been gone well, quite some time. They had gone off to fight in a war. Honestly, Dozer would've gone too but it obviously didn't fucking qualify being a fucking yellow sphere that's apparently the sin of pride itself. Dozer was also too cocky and overconfident for anyone to bother trying to drill any knowledge into Dozer's tiny brain. Dozer was still the best at all the jobs it would do at home. At least that was what Dozer always told itself. There was actually a robloxian doing most of the jobs they did way better than Dozer but Dozer completely ignored that to flaunt and show off it's talent.
Dozer had completely forgotten what it was originally thinking about. Oh now it remembered, the return of Guest 1337. It was supposed to be happening today but they had been watching and peaking from every single window in the fucking house and had not yet seen a single hint of their return. Maybe the letters Dozer received were a lie? They wouldn't lie to THE Dozer though surely. Dozer also hoped he hadn't died in battle but Dozer knew Guest 1337 well, they just wouldn't die.
Eventually, while Dozer went off track again complimenting itself in its own thoughts, the doorbell rung out loudly. It rushed towards the door as fast as Dozer possibly could, which it didn't even know it could go that fast but hey it was a new record. Immediately, Dozer pulled the door open, slamming it against the wall.
There, stood before it was Guest 1337. Before Guest 1337 could protest against anything, Dozer pulled them into a tight hug as if it would just squeeze them to death, which it probably would if Guest 1337 told it to probably not hug them that tight. They were awkwardly stood now in the doorway, staring each other straight in the eye before Dozer eventually moved out of the way so Guest 1337 could actually enter the house.
Dozer rushed to the kitchen while assuring itself even with little experience it would be the best chef. Guest 1337 was too exhausted to stop the horrid chef from making him some monstrosity of a meal so he just smiled softly, watching them rush to the kitchen. Dozer was frantically dragging together ingredients to make some sort of tea. Well Dozer didn't know half of the ingredients and assumed every robloxian just also puts onions in their tea. They eventually got some sort of tea ready, but it was some disgusting concoction of onions, basil and some ungodly amount of sugar. Dozer still insisted it needed more though so it ended up also having honey and some sort of crushed cucumber paste added to the final mixture.
Dozer came rushing back out of the kitchen moments later, it passed a cup of 'tea' over to Guest 1337. Dozer didn't have tastebuds and this was very important to know. Guest 1337 watched as Dozer first sipped the tea before taking a first sip. Immediately, Guest 1337's face contorted to one of disgust but he pretended it was nice. He calmly pretended to enjoy and compliment his husband's terrible skills within the kitchen. Dozer was grinning from ear to ear, unaware its cooking was actual shit.
Eventually, Guest 1337 managed to secretly discard of the tea before sitting down next to Dozer as it pressed itself up against them. They began to explain everything that happened in the war while Guest 1337 was gone. Dozer was listening intently, its lover really was a hero. Guest 1337 was a brave man who wanted to protect the ones he cared about. Dozer aspired to be like them too. Not really actually, Dozer liked itself just the way it was.