HAT: Here's Skimble's Pov on the other story: Unpredictable and Unexpected (Mostly). I suggest you read that first, but I guess you don't necessarily need it... but I'd prefer if you did.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except the plot and OCs.
Skimbleshanks finishes his tea after a long day at the station. He loves being able to wind down after a long day of work. His long brown tail flicking as he gives a content sigh. His muscles in his back finally relax and he's absolutely sure that he's going to have a peaceful, relaxed day because he made sure that the kits didn't see him this time and when they did they'd see how exhausted he was. He loves the kits, but it's exhausting to try to keep up with them sometimes. After all, he's not a kit anymore either.
Suddenly he hears a knock on the door and he's sighs, thinking it's probably his sister and he groans as he gets up and opens the door to see a surprising sight. "Tugger! What is it yer doin' here, lad?"
"I've come to talk to you," Tugger says nervously, making Skimble worry a little and wonder what the tom needs because he can see that whatever it is is tearing him up inside.
"You can tell ol' Skimble what's on yer mind," the orange tabby assures.
Tugger takes a deep breath. "I..." he started in a suave voice, making Skimble almost demand what the Maine Coon wants when Tugger puts his face in his paws and says in a miserable voice, "I can't do it."
The tabby's eyebrows come together in confusion. "What is it yer tryin' to do?"
"Mistoffelees got most of us toms in a game and... well it started as naming off a male more masculine than you that you wouldn't mind mating with in hypothetical circumstances, but he had us get some pieces of paper and then Pouncival pulled out a card with my number and..."
Skimble's tail twitches as he observes Tugger's face: a miserable one. He figures that it's taken a lot for Tugger to tell him about this. "Hn... an' I'm guessin' that you chose me and he had the one that was chosen to do something... what is it you 'ave to do?"
Tugger seems shocked for a moment before he speaks. "Yes... I'm supposed to go after you and... something along the lines of getting you to be my mate or close to it to win the game... I just can't do that to you... I guess lost the game after all."
Skimble looks at Tugger and knows of how much the young tom hates to lose. He's touched that Tugger put aside that in order to keep from hurting the marmalade cat. Skimble turns over in his head as many ideas as he can to help this tom when suddenly something hits him and a mischievous grin splits his face.
"Maybe... or maybe not."
HAT: Okay, yeah, I know it was short, but work with me. I'm going off of the story I wrote, but... I'm gonna get there to the longer chapters.
Jemima: I should hope so.
HAT: Aaaaaanyway.
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