AN: I, too, am regretti.
You're jarred out of slumber by the sound of knuckles rapping aggressively on your front door. Blinking sleep out of your eyes, you stare up at the ceiling. Only one villager would be up and demanding to see you at an hour this early, and the thought causes fresh color to blossom in your cheeks. Swinging your bare feet over the edge of the mattress, you clumsily pad down the hallway to greet your favorite (only) early morning visitor.
Taking a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself, you open your front door, toes flexing against the cold wood of your hallway.
"Good morning." you say with a drowsy smile.
"Hey! Excuse me! I'm from the Reset Surveillance Center, and I need a few minutes of your time." Resetti barks at you, still groggy with sleep, his words all too familiar. You could parrot them back at him at this point, if you really wanted to.
You nod, humming noncommittally in reply. "Mhmm."
"Here's the deal," he continues, leaning a few inches closer. "Last time you played, you quit without savin'. How'd that happen?"
"I wanted to." you state. The smile on your face does not waver. You've come to love the look that comes over his face the moment you make him angry.
"Oh, a do-over, huh? Somethin' didn't quite go your way, is THAT the deal?" he continues, eyebrows furrowing together.
You continue staring at him with a grin on your face, a dreamy, faraway look in your eyes. Oh, you love the way he annunciates.
"Huh. That so?" You nod in reply, absentmindedly. "Gimme a sec, will ya? I gotta switch gears. Ahem. LET'S DO THIS!"
His whiskers are twitching as he starts to get really worked up, and you fall in love all over again. When he ducks underground for a moment, your heart hammers in your ears, the rhythm of your heartbeat reaching its crescendo as he resurfaces. The scent of freshly plowed earth drifts up to your nostrils, and you inhale, relishing in it.
And then, as always, it begins.
"GRAAAH! I SAID "NO RESETTIN'"! WHAT DON'T YOU GET?! THE "NO" OR THE "RESETTIN'" PART?!"
You've long since stopped mumbling 'sorry' in response. It had gotten redundant fast.
Resetti huffs, his voice dropping back down to a socially acceptable level as he begins to speak again.
"You have me yellin' like this too often, Mayor. I'm seeing spots over here." he sighs. His voice is raspy from use and your heart flutters. The feeling swells in your chest until it feels like your ribs are going to burst.
"Know what I think? I think ya got a melon made of titani-"
You can't take it anymore; the urge is too strong and you've been suppressing it for far too long.
You lean over, and kiss him. His lips are chapped and his whiskers brush against your cheek.
He sputters, already wide eyes going wider as he ducks back underground so fast that you don't have time to move back. Dirt splatters against your cheek and you can't find it in yourself to care.
There is silence, for a few moments, as you contemplate what you just did. Silence, and then peace.
He'll come back.
He always does.
With a grin on your face, you spin on your heel and head back inside to get dressed for yet another day of municipal activities.