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All was quiet in Dr. Light's lab. Well, that is if you ignore the faint, faint sound of one of those fancy fountain pens you'd find on eBay for like, fifty bucks when they could go for way lower. The source of that sound would be Ice Man's room. He had one goal in mind: write a letter straight from the heart to his pen pal that's also probably his lover. It was proving difficult, though, and that was another letter he'd be throwing aside. He crumpled up the piece of paper, tossing it into the bin that's practically overflowing with unfinished letters. Might as well designate it for that purpose.
"Damn it! God damn it! I can't write a proper letter to save myself anymore!" Ice Man stood up from his desk and pushed his chair away with a huff, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "Well, whatever! If I can't think of anything, I'll just wait until something comes to me!" Ice Man stood there waiting for a full five minutes before a sudden knock at his door drew his attention away from thinking of how to write to his special someone. "Now who could be interrupting my waiting session?" Ice thought, grabbing a hold of the door handle and opening it. Oh. It's Cut Man.
"Heyo! Whatcha doing, Ice Man? Writing in that little diary of yours again? Heehee!" Cut Man teased, playfully poking Ice's chest with his finger. Cut Man's attempt at annoying Ice Man worked like a charm, not like it was hard to annoy him, anyways. "Wha—First off, it's a journal, not a diary! Second, I wasn't even writing in said journal! And third, whatever I was doing is none of your business!" Ice Man retorted, crossing his arms yet again and shooting Cut a nasty glare, who only responded with more laughter.
"Jeez, calm down, Ice! I'm just messing with you." Even with that knowledge in mind, Ice simply looked the other way. "Hey, c'mon! I didn't even go too far or anything!" That's when Cut Man noticed the stack of crumpled up letters in Ice Man's trash bin. "Oh? What's thiiis? A whole bunch of unfinished letters in the trash, I see?" Ice Man immediately tried to shove Cut Man away from the bin... "Cut Man—! Hey! Stop that!" ...to no avail.
"...Love letters? For... Freeze Man?"
Ice Man was blushing like crazy. He was trying to pull his parka down as far as he could to hide it, but it was still obvious. He was red in the face, after all.
"Say, isn't this one of the robots Wily stole that one time?"
"...yeah..."
"The hell are you sending him love letters for?"
"W-Well, after Rock freed him from Wily's grasp and all that, he sort of told me that he admired me. N-Not verbally, of course! He gave me this little letter that I still have in my drawer here..." Ice Man went to rummage through his drawer...
"Whoa! Whole lotta fun stuff in th—"
"WRONG DRAWER!"
Ice Man opened his... fun drawer. That's the nicest way I can put it. Opening the one above it, he dug through the whole mess of letters he received from Freeze Man until he found the catalyst. "You see, now? He really liked me, and, if I'm going to be honest, he was pretty cute." Cut Man just stared at him. He was both bewildered at the fact that Ice Man actually had somebody who loved and cared about him in such a way and that Ice Man had gotten someone like this before he did. "Well then... You were the last person I'd expect to get anybody on your dick, but good job, I guess?"
"Hey!"
"I literally congratulated you, jackass!"
"You're the one being a jackass, jackass!"
Those two continued their petty squabble. Don't worry, though. Ice Man did eventually send that letter to Freeze Man. They went out for a nice dinner date afterwards.