It had been going on for weeks. Mossfoot was getting quite upset.
"Ben," he said, putting down the note that had just been passed him. "Stop. I can't do it, and you know it!"
"Ach, laddy. Don't you worry... she'll never find out."
"I'M SITTING RIGHT HERE!" Violet yelled out. "And you're disrupting the game. Can we get on with it?"
"Ach, aye. I guess..."
...
Ben looked over his shoulder as he left Mossfoot's house. How could sweet Mossy reject him like this, time after time? And all over that Violet... it just wasn't fair! His head hung as he walked home, avoiding being trampled by people by habit, without noticing his surroundings. It just wasn't fair...
...
"Violet, he keeps sending me these notes! Look at this!"
Violet took the note Mossfoot handed her and looked at it. On it was a heart, drawn in blue crayon. Inside the heart, drawn with the same crayon, was written "M + B = T" and, of all things, a questionmark.
"ARGH!" Violet (rhymes with violent) crunched up the note in her paw and threw it at the wall. "He's playing with you. It's another one of those mind games of his."
"I don't know, Vi..." Mossfoot scratched his head. "You'd think he'd stop after two or three weeks...
"Don't you say it! This is Ben we're talking about. He'll do anything to get ahead!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. I mean, he's a sweet guy, and you did say you wanted to spice up our love life..."
"No! Not if it means sharing you with him! No way!"
Mossfoot's head slumped to his chest, a sigh escaping his mouth. "Yeah... I know."
"Damnit. He needs to learn when to stop! Argh! The guy drives me nuts!"
...
"Why'd you call me here, Ben?"
"Target, lad... I need your help." Ben looked up from his frapachino to look Target straight in the eyes. Target blushed and looked away.
"Nah... uhm... what with?" A crimson stain spread across the fury cat's face.
Ben looked back down into his coffee. "I need you to ask M.F. something from me. A... personal question."
Time froze for Target. What? A question? And from the sound of it, a question with a capital Q! It couldn't be... could it? His back felt like ice. No... it couldn't be. For all these months since he joined the Fuzzy Knights, Target had been secretly worshiping Ben as a hero... anyone who could be that evil in-game, yet so sweet and vulnerable out of it... And it didn't matter how many times Ben killed of Target's characters... he'd still love the old lug.
Yes, that was it! He... loved... Ben. A sharp intake of breath brought chills. He could feel goosebumps crawling down his arms... And all he could look at was Ben's luscious lips... talking. Talking?
"Lad! Are you allright?"
"Uhm... oh, yeah. Yeah, sure Ben. Sure. I'm fine."
"Well, y'had me frightened there for a minute, laddie."
"So... uhm... what did you want me to ask Mossfoot?"
Target felt a tingle go up and down his spine as he talked to the older rabbit. Why couldn't Ben see how he felt?
Ben, for his matter, looked back down into his frapachino. And much to Target's suprise, a few speckles of crimson coloured Ben's cheeks.
"Aye... well... Target. I need you to ask him... if... There's a chance he might want to go out on a... date with me next week."
Target's heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
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"Ben," he said, putting down the note that had just been passed him. "Stop. I can't do it, and you know it!"
"Ach, laddy. Don't you worry... she'll never find out."
"I'M SITTING RIGHT HERE!" Violet yelled out. "And you're disrupting the game. Can we get on with it?"
"Ach, aye. I guess..."
...
Ben looked over his shoulder as he left Mossfoot's house. How could sweet Mossy reject him like this, time after time? And all over that Violet... it just wasn't fair! His head hung as he walked home, avoiding being trampled by people by habit, without noticing his surroundings. It just wasn't fair...
...
"Violet, he keeps sending me these notes! Look at this!"
Violet took the note Mossfoot handed her and looked at it. On it was a heart, drawn in blue crayon. Inside the heart, drawn with the same crayon, was written "M + B = T" and, of all things, a questionmark.
"ARGH!" Violet (rhymes with violent) crunched up the note in her paw and threw it at the wall. "He's playing with you. It's another one of those mind games of his."
"I don't know, Vi..." Mossfoot scratched his head. "You'd think he'd stop after two or three weeks...
"Don't you say it! This is Ben we're talking about. He'll do anything to get ahead!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about. I mean, he's a sweet guy, and you did say you wanted to spice up our love life..."
"No! Not if it means sharing you with him! No way!"
Mossfoot's head slumped to his chest, a sigh escaping his mouth. "Yeah... I know."
"Damnit. He needs to learn when to stop! Argh! The guy drives me nuts!"
...
"Why'd you call me here, Ben?"
"Target, lad... I need your help." Ben looked up from his frapachino to look Target straight in the eyes. Target blushed and looked away.
"Nah... uhm... what with?" A crimson stain spread across the fury cat's face.
Ben looked back down into his coffee. "I need you to ask M.F. something from me. A... personal question."
Time froze for Target. What? A question? And from the sound of it, a question with a capital Q! It couldn't be... could it? His back felt like ice. No... it couldn't be. For all these months since he joined the Fuzzy Knights, Target had been secretly worshiping Ben as a hero... anyone who could be that evil in-game, yet so sweet and vulnerable out of it... And it didn't matter how many times Ben killed of Target's characters... he'd still love the old lug.
Yes, that was it! He... loved... Ben. A sharp intake of breath brought chills. He could feel goosebumps crawling down his arms... And all he could look at was Ben's luscious lips... talking. Talking?
"Lad! Are you allright?"
"Uhm... oh, yeah. Yeah, sure Ben. Sure. I'm fine."
"Well, y'had me frightened there for a minute, laddie."
"So... uhm... what did you want me to ask Mossfoot?"
Target felt a tingle go up and down his spine as he talked to the older rabbit. Why couldn't Ben see how he felt?
Ben, for his matter, looked back down into his frapachino. And much to Target's suprise, a few speckles of crimson coloured Ben's cheeks.
"Aye... well... Target. I need you to ask him... if... There's a chance he might want to go out on a... date with me next week."
Target's heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
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