A/N: First things first; thanks for clicking that fateful link that brought you here! In this story, I made them human *Prepares for the tomato throwing*, b/c I found it much easier to make this story work if they are. Such as Flaky being more huggable in her fanon human body, for the imperative lack of DEADLY quills. And this isn't going to a (Oh! They just met, now their in love. YAY!) story, regardless of the fact that my goal in this is to get Flippy and Flaky together. I will try my best to give this story substance. Feel free to let me know if I fall short. . . . . and if you spot any grammatical errors. I hate those like a snowman hates Dallas in the middle of June.

Only fools believed Cuddles when he said something along the lines of "Aw, Come on! It'll be fine.", or "Don't be a scaredy-cat, It'll be fun!". Flaky was no fool. So it made her feel even worse when she would later berate herself for agreeing to whatever hare-brained scheme Cuddles cooked up, because she couldn't even blame her submission on stupidity. Just her weak-willed knees.

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Flippy's first thought when he met Flaky was "OuchOuchOuch!". For Flaky had practically ran him over in her haste to promptly get the hell away from whatever had already sent her into a panic attack, before it sent her into heart attack.

As they came to a stop from their impromptu duck, tuck and roll, Flaky failed to notice the body she was currently tucked into a neat ball, quietly shacking, on top of. Until it's moan turned into a sneeze. Due to Flaky's shaking, her dandruff had been falling out of her outrageously long and otherwise gorgeous, albeit messy, red hair. Which is out triggered what, or rather who, she was on to cease bemoaning their current situation and how that was gonna feel in the morning to sneeze, as some of the before mentioned dandruff had found it's way up Flippy's nose.

Startled, once again, Flaky jumped slightly at the realization that the something solid she was sitting on was a someone. Which didn't work out too well for Flippy, as she was still sitting on his chest…. "Hoh!" "There goes my second wind…Not that he weighs much, but still…"

Finally, something in her brain to body that in order to let the guy underneath her up, she herself would have to get off him. In her own panic-y manner, scrambled off the fella with dog tags stuttering an apology she could only hope he'd accept. Then she spotted a green beret lying abandoned on the sidewalk. Skittishly picking the fallen headwear and turning it unceasingly in her hand by the bottom hems, she accounted to who she was sure was the hat's owner her unjust yet undeniable reasons for bulldozing him over.

"I-I'm so-so-so sorry! I was, I was, um, I was trying to get away from, the err, um, the little yellow beasts." The last bit was whispered as she ducked down, rose her tense shoulders and clenched her hand upon the thoroughly abused beret. As if afraid that if the beasts heard her speak of them, they would appear before her and torment her anew.

"Poor thing, scared out of her mind."

Chuckling quietly to himself, Flippy held out his hand and said "May I have my hat back, little Miss…." trailing off, in what he hoped was a calm and not too teasing tone.

It would be counterproductive if she fell into a catatonic state from shock before she give him her name, that he obviously implied wanting. Regardless of Flippy's caution she still jumped as if someone had hit her.

"Hmm? Oh! THE-THE HAT! I am sorry. . ." she winced, then in took a quick gulp of air in attempt to steady herself ". . . A-a-again."

Not wanting to seem rude, she tried to reign in her stutter by calming her nerves with a deep breath.

"I, uh, I am, er, I'm called Flaky. A lot. So, you can. I mean, you can call me Flaky."

Holding the beret out at arms length in his direction, she glanced back and forth between the ground and the fella in front of her. A slight smile graced Flippy's lips as took note of her trembling hands on his precious beret.

"Thanks." Placing his hand upon his hat, neither avoiding or overly noticing his fingers meeting hers, withdrew it from her still shaking form.

"Well, hello then, Flaky. You can call me Flippy." His smile, friendly and unbiased was almost too much of a shock for poor Flaky. Coupled with the freshly ingrained knowledge that no one cared to remember her real name after realizing that no one bothered call her that, opposed to her nickname. (her reason for giving him her permanent alias, instead of her given name) was too much for poor Flaky.

So she promptly burst into quiet tears, her whole body quaking.

"Oh, no. Oh, crap. What did I do?"

Flippy had never been in a situation, yes it had escalated to situation status, quite like this. A young girl he never met before, seemingly perpetually afraid of life, reduced to tears over giving him her name? What was he supposed to do? Walk away? Not an option, even from the beginning. Um, get help? From who? Did anybody know her? Happy Tree Town wasn't that big of a place and she certainly seemed out of her element. So getting someone else involved would just make more complicated.

"First things first, get her to calm down."

"Um, here." Flippy held out a handkerchief, he'd fished from one of his many pockets.

His voice startled Flaky, who so was so lost in self-deprecating thoughts, she had nearly forgotten his presence. A hand outstretched toward her, holding a white handkerchief was a sight to see for her. Flaky took him up on his offer, taking it in her own hands.

"She still shaking"

"Maybe she'll feel a bit more at peace if she's comfortable. Home is where the heart is, right?" He thought hopefully.

"Um, why don't you head home? I'll walk you if you'd like."

But that was the wrong thing to say. If Flippy was concerned about how upset Flaky was moments ago, he was freaking out about how much harder she cried when he mentioned 'home'.

A/N: I know Flippy said "not that HE weighs much…" that was intentional. I promise. ;) I hope you liked it! If so, there's more where that came from! If not, there's still more….but you don't have to read it! I have something terrible to tell you guys, I don't have conflict! A good story can't exist without a conflict! I sort-of have an idea... but please leave suggestions. I'd really like 'em.